“Well, what’s stopping you?” Our lips touch softly, as you lay back on the grass. Slowly, I run my hand up and down your sid...e. Shivers run down your spine and across your arms as I pull my lips back. I stare deeply in your eyes and say, “that was wonderful”. “If you liked that you will love this,” you respond. You reach up and push me over on my back, straddle me and kiss me. Your breasts push against my chest, making your cleavage bust out of your shirt. . I need to maintain at least a C in all subjects to play soccer,” I stated, crossing my arms over my chest.“I’m aware of that rule,” he answered.“Don’t you think we could come up with some kind of deal here?” I asked, walking towards him. My voice had softened and I tilted my head to the side slightly, gazing up into his green-brown eyes. I was now standing behind his desk with him, our bodies only a few inches away from each other. I looked down slowly, noting that his erection hadn’t. Time slowed down, the anticipation created suspense. Then my eyes went wide at the site of his cock rising up in the air, the thick crown already crimson with the pressure he was under. With nothing to compare it against other than the guys in porn, I was impressed. “Do you want to touch it?” Tim asked, almost in trepidation. He worked his foot free from one leg of his jeans and briefs, giving him freedom to part his legs. His sack hung heavily between his open legs. I guess I may have looked. Candy smiled, sort of pleased with herself that shegot Andrea to appear before Candy had been forced to do anything reallydisgusting with Bob.Andrea, of course, played this to the hilt. She confidently walkedover to Bob and Candy, and sharply slapped Bob in the face. Then forgood measure she did it again. "Screw Andrea?," she repeated to him.She really was livid. "You fucking pervert," she spat at him. Andwhile he looked quizzically at Andrea, suprised that she had been athome all this time.