And really loving it! I mean, I was totally comfortable with my sexual feelings for the first time in my seventeen years. I felt as if I was floating ...n air. A participant in some kind of surrealistic fuck film. I felt so safe with my friends here that I felt I could do anything I wanted, sexually speaking, and it would remain between the four of us.And there was so much to try!We'd all grown a bit closer to adulthood, I think. And there were still a lot of options to consider this evening. No. She has even admitted to letting a teacher (in her high school days) peak so he would make her captain of the soccer team. She would sit at her desk and spread her legs enough to where she knew he could see and just watch him looking at her. She would tell me of how wet her pussy would become knowing what it was probably doing to him.She has told me about the same teacher taking liberties and actually running a finger up her slit as he walked past her seat on the school bus.I have a suspicion. Completely engaged in an inner conversation no one else was invited to and yet I found him utterly intriguing. What was he frowning upon? As he made his way unknowingly closer to me, I surprised myself wanting to relieve him- make his frown disappear. I was about to make a witty remark, in an attempt to get him distracted from whatever his mind was raging on, when the train jolted pushing me and everyone else around against each other. I tried to quickly recover my balance and in doing so I. "You can fuck me properly later."I stood up and wiped my belly and pussy on my bikini bottoms. The other guys had got out of their clothes and were looking at me expectantly. I looked at Paul, and decided he could wait, and took another guy by the hand and went to lie on the lawn, legs spread, and beckoned him to me. He moved on top of me and I reached down to guide him in, and then he started to fuck me, first down on his elbows and kissing me, and then when he was close he raised himself up.