She wasn't moving but my cock seemed to fit in her like a glove, a glove a couple of sizes too small! I had thought that we would make love eventually...and had harboured thoughts of it being gentle and very special. But nothing like this. It was both wonderful and very simple at the same time. Sam's cunt certainly felt good around my cock just the same.Sam leaned forward, playfully nipped at one of my nipples then the other, before kissing me very passionately indeed. I couldn't help it, my hips. I placed it around his neck and did it up, leaving just enough space to get my fingers through. I slowly pulled my skirt up over my hips and sat on the table while he watched, still on his knees. I could see his cock straining against his trousers. I licked my lips and slid my hand down between my legs. I ran my finger over my pussy, teasing myself while his eyes drank me in. I stopped."Get over here, dog. On your hands and knees."He crawled over to the table. I shimmied to the edge and opened. She always seemed to know,somehow.We first met in kindergarten. She had just laid two older boys out, flaton their backs that had been picking on the new kid, which happened tobe me. I have often been told she has a mean right cross.Around the fifth grade, at the age when one really begins to notice thedifference between girls and boys, I asked her to a school dance.Somewhere in my little preadolescent head, I thought that perhaps laterthere would be more to our relationship but it never. In the early evening she took me to meet her colleagues at the hospital watering hole, most of whom I had not seen for a while. It was the usual mix of gossip, anecdotes and ribald humour. Everyone was relaxed and that helped me. I felt a warm glow, fuelled no doubt by the pints which were going down with reckless rapidity, but also by the lack of any of that emotional intensity which characterised life back in Sale.I say everyone was relaxed. There was one who looked anything but. When I went.