.. maybe this wasn't really happening. Maybe therehad been a mistake after all. Still in my room, I took offall my clothes and studied myself carefull.... Like anyathlete, I knew my body well. And I couldn't avoid what Iwas seeing.It had already begun. II ? CH... CH... CH... CHANGES!It was subtle, but undeniable. There was a definite curvebetween my waist and my hips that had not been therebefore. My legs seemed a bit smoother - and higher up, Irealized with dismay, there was a hint of puffiness. ”With that I pulled her face towards me, and she pressed her tongue into my mouth as she dragged her hands down my stomach. I scratched down her back with my nails which made her press her crotch harder against mine. By this time I was rock hard and ready to go, but seeing as how much of a gentleman I am, I wanted to get her off first.I rolled her off of me and put her on her back and started kissing her, starting at her ears. While I was kissing and biting her ear she began scratching down my. It begins in the hallowed halls of Central High School, where I attended.There was this girl named Tiffany, whose guts I absolutely fucking hated and believe me the feeling was mutual. As far as looks go Tiffany and I were about dead even. As far as popularity goes, (I may have been slightly more popular, but only slightly). Although I always got good grades, Tiffany's grades were always slightly higher than mine. I used to hate having to watch that bitch go up on the stage for awards and. Could it be possible that this girl has only had enough orgasms to count on both her hands? I soon began to feel that this might be too good to be true. Was someone trying to screw with me? Why would a girl risk going behind her boyfriends back and be considering being fingered by a guy nearly 10 years older then her? I had too cut to the chase before I got taken for a ride with this any longer. " So you think you might be interested?" I asked with hesitation hoping I didn't jump the gun. " I.