How many were behind her? She wasn’t about to turn to find out. Instead, she reached back and gripped the hem of her skirt. Then she lifted.She coul...n’t bear to hold it up. It was just a quick flash, no more than a glimpse of buttock, of that she was sure. A man overtook her from behind, giving a little whistle under his breath. She came over hot and faint and appalled with herself for doing this. And at the same time, the churning in her stomach began its downward trajectory.It felt as if she. We were never apart after that. I met her at the end of her classes or she met me at the end of mine. We walked, hand in hand, together down the halls of high school. At night, as often as we could, we snuck away to be together whether it was in the backseat of my car, a friend's house or even our houses if the family was away.I wanted it to last forever but I think we both knew that it couldn't. I got a few scholarship offers but the one I wanted most of all was a full-ride athletic. I was pretty sure I knew what he was upset about.We were but three feet apart when he snarled at me. "Mother fucker! You couldn't wait to tell my wife could you asswipe," he said. I'd been right. I knew what he was upset about."Figured it was only fair, Howard. You fuck my wife, and I talk to yours. Seems fair to me." That was the beginning of the end for me. The first blow took the wind out of me. After that there was almost no part of my anatomy that didn't receive unwanted attention.I knew. We’d had a steam quickie two weeks ago in thebathroom at the Christmas party and I have to admit I hadn’t been able to gethim out of my mind..That long, thick cock..the forceful stroke while he grabbedmy nipples through my dress...I could feel myself getting wet at the merememory of it.. “Sarah?” he smiled. I smiled back. We hadn’t spoken sinceand we worked on the same floor. I had even stopped going to the coffee machinefor fear of the awkward encounters. “Listen, I just wanted to talk.