He wraps his free hand tight around her waist, a little squeak of confusion and pleasure escaping her list as he pinches her nipples again, slowly bui...ding her pleasure like an artist composing his masterpiece.She whimpers with desire, clawing desperate handfuls of the silken sheets before he finally releases his grip on her waist, kissing slowly down the tense muscles of her stomach, licking her bellybutton suggestively, looking up to see her head thrown back with helpless desire. He pins her. Until one day after spending hours digging over the garden in the rain, covered in mud we had the perfect excuse to jump in the shower.We laughed standing in the kitchen like a pair of drowned rats, stripping down to our undies and shivering as the rain dripped from our hair down our backs and over our breasts. Caroline's nipples protruded through her bra, they were so hard, so inviting. She took my hand and led me through to the shower room, my heart leapt and I felt a warm rush through my. She didnt understand it, but Maxine knew better than to tell her father anything. Ever since Maxines mother, Francis, had walked out on them, they had been the kind of dysfunctional family who pretended nothing had changed, and that Robbies behavioural problems were simply down to stress at school [Every teenager goes through it, dont worry!] and hormones. They purposely forgot to mention the existence of Francis at all, and who could blame them? She had been a jumped up little crack whore who. ‘would I spit or swallow’ – they both hoped I swallowed; and ‘did I take it up the arse?’ – they both liked that idea. If they had been men I would have found such a conversation offensive, but I was getting aroused, they both talked about a mutual girl(friend) who apparently ‘put out’ locally, so they weren’t virgins or both talking as if they weren’t.By now I had stopped work, straining to hear what was said, I realised I has subconsciously I had unbuttoned my blouse completely and been.