Jennifer watched Tina move in front of the camera, and to the foot of the bed, intrigued by the womans outfit. Tina was wearing a leather, open bust, ...amisole, that hugged her curves tight. It had thin straps connecting rings around her tits, to a leather ring around her neck. The bottom of the camisole had straps connected to thigh high stockings on her legs. She also had on a leather thong, that rode up her ass crack, showing off her curvaceous ass, and a riding crop in her hand. Jennifer. .. I called the other night, and then again last night..." Oh, that," she dismissed. "My father just told me tonight that you had called. He wouldn't let me call you back. He says it's not ladylike to be calling boys." That's okay," I said, relieved. "I just wasn't sure if I was making a pest out of myself or not, that's all."She giggled, a tinkling sound that sent shivers up and down my spine. "You can be a pest, if you'd like," she said softly. "I won't mind." Um, would you like to do. Then I took two steps back and tried to digest what I had just done. I was young and naive to understand many rights from wrongs. But I did understand things about chemistry, lust, and sex to a certain extent. And I clearly knew but did not understand why I did something that is much deeply wrong. Even the rebel teen in me realized that I went too far.I slowly stepped outside the room and went upstairs, where the only room was mine and I went inside. I sat in my bed and was trying to digest all. We both remembered the old joke about if you sit on my lap we'll talk about the first thing that comes up. I had an immediate growing feeling in my cock.Carol squirmed around and slid her ass along my now hard cock. She threw her arms around my neck and pulled me into a hot passionate kiss. Our tongues wrestled and we were in the middle of a wild makeout session.Carol stood up and led me by my hand into our bedroom. We got on the bed and started softly caressing each other. I undressed.