For the last day I was almost scared of being with anyone but May, but all that fear seemed to go away… or maybe the lust was just stronger. Either ...ay within a couple minutes I was sitting in the back of Betty’s minivan with Marcella, as we headed off the ten minute drive to Marcella’s house. Ten minutes was apparently too long because we were only two houses away when Marcella pulled my face to hers and kissed me. First only with her lips, then we were using our tongues. She reached over and. " No!" I exclaimed, "I don't do that!"I got my wits back, and shoved the door open. I got out quickly."I'm not fucking into that! Sorry."She just looked up at me from within the car. She arched her eyebrows, like she was disappointed."Sorry," she said, "I just thought ... well ... never mind. You know what I thought."I just hurried away. I had no idea what to say. I went inside, closed and locked the door, and went into my bedroom. I lay down on my bed, my dress still clinging to me. I was. I quickly put my hand behind me knowing full well the young ‘Rican behind me would not stop until he bumped into me and I was not going to give him the chance to mesh his crotch into my ass and I had certainly called that one as he nearly knocked me over when he made contact. “I so sorry, so sorry.” He consistently repeated as he grabbed my shoulders and held me as if to keep me from falling but kept his crotch tight against me. What he didn’t know is that his crotch was against my hand and not. Might be due for a manicure, though. The polish was starting tochip.Then I noticed something wrong. My skin was light olive, standing outagainst the white cover of the magazine. For a brief moment I thoughtthat was several shades darker than usual. Then I looked over at Kyle,and I couldn't remember why I'd thought anything was wrong in the firstplace. His skin tone was Identical, and we'd always looked rathersimilar, as much as I hated to admit it. Kyle looked at me, then at themagazine, and.