The only person who has ever seen my breasts since they began to come in was the female doctor at the center who gave me a brief physical when I was f...irst brought there to make sure I was healthy and that I had not been abused.I will admit there are times, like when I’m lying in bed at night in the dark, that the idea of being seen naked by a boy, or better yet, touched by a boy, has really made my pulse race. But I haven’t had time for those kinds of thoughts in months; not since my parents. We have planned this night for a few weeks, to spend it together without expectations. I am almost certain he is just as nervous as me.The evening comes to a close and hand in hand we enter the elevator to our suite. I cannot help but smile at him, as he pulls me tightly to him with one of his hands and with two fingers raises my chin, our eyes lock, and he leans down for a soft tender kiss."Are you sure you are okay with us here tonight?" he asks.Reassuring him with a nod and a smile, I kiss. There was no denying what I was wanting. “Let me guess...” Toni replied, “You want a blow job.” “That’s a good start,” I replied. Toni didn’t respond. I took my foot off the pedal and my sports utility vehicle slowed. Toni glanced behind us and alarmed at my slowing down, asked, “Why are we slowing down?” “Negotiating,” I replied. “Okay, okay, okay,” Toni quickly replied, “but just so you know, I don’t normally do blow jobs.” Sonya laughed out loud from the back seat. “That’s not what I. I couldn’t help but smile as she urged me further down, her hips gyrating in a plea to quicker action. As I ran my pointed tongue along the tiny patch of blonde hair situated just above her ripe clit, she pushed, once again, up toward me and her hands grabbed at my hair. I decided to toy with her a bit and began to move my mouth back up her mons, back toward her stomach, and she whined and shook her head. “Please! No!” she begged, and placed her other hand in my hair as well. I sat up, looked.