I guess you could say she was my "crush" I liked this girl from the second I saw her, and she knew it. Being as though we were in 6th grade, the rumor... spread, and she became embarrassed that a guy had taken interest in her. So from then until 8th grade we only spoke about 5 words. As time went on and as we both dated and broke up, with those occasional glances and smiles in the hallways, I knew we both crushed on each other. But one day she met some fool named Keegan and the glances and smiles. And there was the padded table which Wanda had set up half an hour ago, and there were the three purple scented candles, just lit, and there was Oliver, in his uniform of white shirt and smart blue jeans. ‘Morning Mrs Smith,’ he grinned with a Southern drawl. ‘How are you this morning?’ ‘Morning Oliver,’ she smiled back at him, her eyes twinkling. ‘I’m all the better for seeing you this morning. Shall we get started?’ ‘Early bird catches the worm,’ he laughed. ‘You know what to do, Mrs Smith.’. "You told her, didn't you?" I looked up, confused. "About the kiss?" She seemed careful to say 'the' instead of your or my.I nodded. "I don't like to hide things from her."Robbie nodded, a strand of hair falling across her right eye. "She's got you trained."That made me angry. I wasn't whipped, I was in love. There's a difference, isn't there? "I'm not trained. I'm..." Hell, what was I?Robbie smiled. "You're considerate. Relax, I was just pulling your chain." Uh huh." I figured you told her.. He nipped her earlobe hard enough to draw blood, and she gasped. Thank you, My Lord, she whispered back, and he walked backward toward Nokara, keeping his eyes on his mate. She immediately dropped one hand to her pussy, thrusting three fingers into her snatch while pinching her clit with the other two. Her other hand went to her nipples, pinching and twisting them almost as violently as he did. He had only grasped the bitchs first premolar with the pliers when she moaned softly with her first.