He treated me as if I was “the one”. He would occasionally bring me flowers just because and show up almost everywhere I was just to hang out with...me. One afternoon he showed up at my door. The doorbell sounded as if it were in pleasure by the way he shoved his finger onto the smooth button. I walked to the door to see Brian standing there with his fresh cut as if he just had it done by steady-handed barbers on the plane. His hazel green eyes turned in my direction as he waited for me to open. She said it’s OK but u need to be more careful (she told “it was me who can understand a teenager feelings but ur mom will not understand try to do these things in bathroom”) I was shocked.Then she came near me and said come to my room. I followed what she said and I entered her room she started staring towards me and she told come here I was embarrassed and sat beside her she just started to have lip lock with me and I was confused and little scared then she told can we have sex? :o I was. I pushed forward even more, pressing my crotch against his. "Hold me officer, hold me tight."I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him to me. His arms circled my waist and I heard his police cap drop to the floor as his hands ran over my back. I could feel him fingering the straps of my bra through the material of my dress. I pressed my mouth to his neck, and he lowered his head so that I could kiss his mouth. My tongue was instantly inside and playing with his. I ground my crotch against him. My eyes are on fire , signaling my approval as you both look up at me like mewling little fuck toys. “Then get her wet”. Your eyes sparkle with dirty fucklust a moment as your cheeks hollow ever so slightly. You keep your eyes focused to mine as your mouth opens and you spit against her mouth. Hot wet little strands of drool start to fall from her bottom lip as she recoils a little with a hiss. Your hand slips to her arm and pulls her back in. You look at her sternly with a gaze that lets her.