Grandma said I can’t either.”“My mother ... told you ... not to get me pregnant.” Her voice was high.“And Randi,” I said, helping a third ...ime.She stood up. “I think I’m going to bed now,” she said, heavily. “I’m very tired.”“I love you,” I said, automatically.She bent over and gave me a nice, long, sweet kiss on the lips. No tongue ... just a really warm kiss.“I know you do, baby. I loved you before all this, but I love you so much more now. I’m a little unhappy with the way things turned out. She and I were both well-received, and upon returning to our dorm were excitedly discussing the possibilities this freshman year would offer. I began my classes on Monday, and even though Jessica had said nothing more about what this coming weekend would entail, it remained in the back of my mind. Finally, as I returned to my dorm after classes on Friday, I found Jessica waiting in my room. “So, are you ready?” she asked me. “Sure,” I answered. “Whatever.” My answer got a sneer this time, and. She kept asking herself if she had simply imagined it, misinterpreted or exaggerated his intentions, but deep within she knew the answer. She was also deeply vexed by her own reaction, not only allowing the kiss to linger but allowing her lips to part to... She tried pushing those thoughts from her mind, yet they lingered, always at the edge of consciousness, ready to flood back in and send her into recriminating self examination. For a few fleeting seconds, she had wanted him, wanted to know. I didn't. Eventually he squeezed my nipple very hard and I gasped which made himgrin. Then without any encouragement from me he pulled my g-string down to my knees and pushed his hand between my legs; running the top of his finger along my hairy slit, until I sighed and gasped. My fingers were now digging into the Formica as he explored with hisfingers until he found my hole. Still staring into my baby blue eyes his breathing became much heavier as a thick finger tip eased my labia apart and.