He didn't have to. "One day I came home early from school. I had just gotten thecurse and had these terrible cramps, so I got to go home. Thehousekeep...r was out. I was on the way to my room and I heard all thesenoises coming from Mother's bedroom; mostly men's voices, although therewere other sounds, too. It was so strange . . . I couldn't imagine whatwas going on, but it all seemed kind of violent. So I tiptoed down thehall. The bedroom door was open, so I just sort of looked in. She drew a. “Gina Gerard needs to talk to you after school. Outside the band room.”Before Kay could reply, the young girl ran away, relieved to have fulfilled her task for the imposing, intimidating, flat-out gorgeous Homecoming Queen.“Boy, you’ve come up in the world,” said Missy Arnovsky, who wasn’t a cheerleader, but was a longtime friend to several of them. “I’m pretty sure Gina Gerard doesn’t even know I exist.”“What to think that’s about?” Kay asked. “Think she wants a sample?”“That’d be news. As far. We both attended a family wedding with all our relatives and it was all we could do to hide our desires, passing glances when nobody was looking. She looked so good in the dress that she wore that I spent the entire day and evening with a raging hard cock. We managed to sneak a dance together in the evening without attracting undue attention.As the slow music played, and undercover of the darkened dancefloor I managed to briefly caress her silk clad arse while I ground my cock against her. But. I probed into her wet slit and could feel her fiddling with the zip in my trousers.“Can I help?” I asked.“No! No, you keep fingering me!” she said.She had gotten my zip down and her hand was inside, down the waistband of my underpants and she was gently massaging my cock. Suddenly it all stopped. She pulled away and twisted off my finger.“What did I do?” I asked.“Nothing,” came the reply and she turned and looked at me, slightly worried. She was struggling to say something then finally.