For a second he held me, my back pressing against his chest, then I was against the door. My breasts pushed flat against the cold wood, his hand aroun... the back of my neck, holding me firmly in place. My nipples pebbled with excitement, pressing against the wood almost painfully, it just turned me on more. He moved closer to me, the heat of his body enveloping me, his scent intoxicating me. “Hello.” His voice was low and gruff, his breath tickled the delicate flesh behind my ear. “Hi.” Mine was. I watched those meaty cheeks bounce up and down for all of five seconds before gunning it and sk**ding to a halt next to her.Her name was Roxy. she claimed that she was "twenty two" [more like thirty two] and visiting from New Orleans.She was african american, dark skinned with a gap in her extremely white teeth and was wearing a sandy brown wig.She directed me to a shady looking motel near the freeway. I found myself thinking how convienent it would be to just hop on the freeway after I'd. The attention was amazing, especially from cheerleaders and female athletes. Attention he had not previously had was suddenly his for the taking. Of course, Jeff relished the attention and made out with multiple different cheerleaders in his grade eleven year. It was in his grade twelve year that Jeff really began to long for a little something more.Going into his grade 12 year, Jeff was a highly touted recruit for division one colleges in both sports. His eighteenth birthday rolled around. Mike just chuckled as he reloaded the pipe. I stared. Julie stared back at me with a fiery look in her eyes I didn’t quite get. We smoked two more pipes before Sara waved her hand to decline another hit. “I’m so fucked up now, I’m about to start stripping like Julie.”Mike encouraged her, so I nodded at her, too. “Yeah. Fair’s fair, after all,” I said. Sara had a tee shirt on so -- after glancing again at Julie grinning at her -- she just jerked it off over her head. She was wearing a bra and.