I’m also famous, ya know?”“So I’ve heard. So many fucking twisted stories from the Hell’s Angels.”“Have you now, mhmm?” You lean back ...on top of me, arms crossing, delicate chin resting on a closed fist. “Maybe we should invite the little kitten up here after all. Show him how blondie earned all her sexual street cred?”“Know what they say about talking in third, right?You squeeze your lean thighs around me. “Shut up, I’m storytelling.”“Sure you are.” I squeeze my gluts and push up, jostling you. My heart stuttered and my stomach knotted up painfully and I couldn't breathe. It happens just that quickly when a boy, or a man, talks to me. Especially one I like and this guy had been in my dreams more than once. He was tall with neat black hair and a handsome face and black rimmed glasses. That's why I called him Clark Kent and I sometimes imagined him taking off his clothes, but he wasn't Superman underneath, he was just naked and that was better."You go to Lourdes, right?" he asked me.I. She woke up with a sleepy look on her face.“What is it honey?” she asked.“I’m going to give Jessica a ride home. She hasn’t heard from her friend yet. If we leave now I should be home by early afternoon in time to watch the game.”“You and your sports. Ok honey drive carefully. Tell Jess bye from me.”“I will” I answered before kissing her goodbye. As I left the room she had already turned on her side away from the sunlight filtering in through a window. I was waiting downstairs when Jessica came. “How long have you been there?” she asked, getting to her feet, and did she stagger just a little? She had never stood naked in front of me before. Was I drunk? Or was my cock really flickering at the sight of her luscious body?“Long enough.”“I can see that,” she chuckled, and hurried into the kitchen, to return with two cloths and a spray can. “Come on, clean up your mess you dirty boy.”Was this really my Laura? As we bent to the cleaning task, I was fascinated by the wiggle of her breasts. As.