I found my way to his place on foot, and I arrived, knocking at his door. He opened up wearing a gym shorts and a t shirt. I went inside and we closed...the door. He led me to the back of his place, saying he didn't want to get caught by his room mates and I said okay. We went up behind a shed at the end of their long back yard. "This should be fine," he said as I stood there thinking if I really wanted to do this with such open space. I at least thought we'd be indoors or something. I had never. I'm certainly as sexy as Darleen--and it would serve her right, too.She thought about Helen.Caroline didn't know the spectacular redhead very well. She had met her a few times, as neighbors. She had seen her walking her dog, a big and robust elk hound, and wheeling a shopping cart around the supermarket. She knew nothing about her. She thought Helen was probably a divorcee, but she had no proof of it. Helen never seemed to have any visitors nor any boyfriends. What sort of girl was she? Could. Mostly Idressed for skating. But even though I wore a helmet and pads, andincredibly baggy pants (camo army fatigues, or these denims with holesin them), I could easily be mistaken for a guy. Well, except for mybeads and necklaces flashing. I'd include my smoothness, but most of theguys I skated with didn't have much more than fuzz on their arms,either.One thing I was certain about, though: I still dug girls, and being anAmerican teen, not many of my peers would come out as lesbians just toget. S at all costs because just the thought of him gave me a mini orgasm. However, the next day I couldn’t bare it any longer. I had to feel him inside me. It was a Friday night and I knew Fridays were Ryan’s nights to close, so I slipped into my fluffy slightly see-through mini skirt, and a skinny tank top over my cheetah print Victoria secret bra and panty set, imprinted with the words “bite me” which is what I intended to have happen. I slowly walked up the street to C.V.S. When the automatic.