There was one girl that moved to my highschool a year after I arrived (I arrived in grade 9). Her name was Tricia. She was blond like me, very petit..., green eyes, and often wore glasses. She has small breats all through highschool and didnt seem to grow much with age unlike mine. She was awfully sarcastic and able to hold her own against anyone. She never really fit in with the "popular" group, but I think that was because they were intimidated by her. Tricia was attractive and had to. Laura heated up in kind, and I opened her shirt and cupped her breast so I could kiss and suck her now hard nipple while she ground her crotch into mine. I could slightly smell her arousal through her jeans. A shiver ran over her, then another, and yet another. She collapsed on me gasping for breath."I have to go." "Why?" "Well... , I..." "No. I want you to stay. I want to wake up with you. Nothing has to happen that you don't want to." "OK. I'll stay." Those eyes of hers were melting me.We got. That was unusual. The morning shift leaders were meant to report to her at the start of her shift and would usually check in again before the end of theirs. Megan would not be absent without an important reason. It was clearly a meeting of some kind, but who and why? What could be important enough to take such a risk? She would find out soon enough, she stuck the Post-It note on her purse and put the appointment out of her mind until she was preparing to leave and picked up her purse again. . Deal with. I never dress like that, but I was desperate, about to be repo'd or kicked out of my home.I looked at myself in the mirror one more time before leaving, angry for being so irresponsible, feeling nervous, and also disgusted with myself for what I was scheming up. How much dick would I have to suck today? How much nasty cum would I have to get in my mouth? My bills were piled up. I didn't want to swallow any semen, but I knew that was probably unavoidable. Every guy wants a blowjob,.