I was over-eager and started helping her, to which she slapped my hand real hard. I guess she wanted to do it herself. There seeing her from the top, ...aked..her nipples like two trophies and her small cute ass, I couldn’t contain myself.“Hurry up Udita, its hurting”Hearing this she gave my very prominent hard on a hard squeeze! I can never understand how girls, who don’t look that muscular can generate so much power from their fingers sometimes! Ever felt a girl squeezing your fingers when. What was she getting at? Did she know what she was doing to my curiosity?This went on for a week, and if I remembered every snippet of information she delivered during our nightly phone calls and on our ride to and from school, I would be no closer to knowing what she was getting at than I had been a week before.Finally, on the night before our party date, she got specific. "Mickey, you and Jane are in the same class, and I know you enjoyed the kiss. I think it would be better if you guys were. He wanted some queer bloke on his knees sucking at that thick scally tool twitching out the leg of his boxers!So I covered the distance quick-smart and got on my knees and reached inside for his knob.Giving me slap pn the head he grunted,"Nah,mate,ya gotta suck it through me skanky boxers first,innit,get the old cock-slime soaking into the crusty spunk-stains"Oh,shit,how the fuck did he know that's just what I liked doing?anyway,that's what I did,and hell,the stink in his boxers was ripe.All. Everywhere I went in my house, they were there. I couldn't escape from them, whether in body or thought. It was maddening, baffling, shocking how much they had affected me. Their arrival had awakened dormant feelings of attraction, causing new sensations of longing and need that I just couldn't deal with. And now here I was, standing in the dim light of the landing, peering through a thin crack in the door at the two girls as they relaxed on the floor of guest bedroom. I knew it was wrong, I.