I dashed downstairs, but then nonchalantly strolled in her general direction when I came into view.“Hi there!” I said.“Oh, hi.” She said. So f...ar, I thought to myself, so good.“Are you in theater class?” I asked.“Not now, but I’m supposed to take a course here coming up this semester.” She said.I was trying desperately not to stare at her breasts. She was wearing a flowery blouse that was unbuttoned well down her chest, doing a great job of showing her cleavage. Being a flower c***d, she. Yvonne was about five foot three and was height and weight proportionate. She had mammoth-sized breasts, but wore them well. Her dark brown hair was mid-back long and curled at the ends. I liked the way she kept it styled so she could wear bangs. Yvonne and I had a platonic relationship, but on one occasion, we broke the cardinal rule. I had been out to lunch with a client and had a few drinks, so when I got back to the office, I was feeling real good and very relaxed. Our executive suite had. Her friends treat her differently. Paige had it worse in a way. They know she is much more than your girlfriend and she had to take your place for a lot of things. She stopped a few fights that didn't concern her by saying that it was not right. I think the kids at school will treat you a lot different now. Mark Fenton came out and told everybody how you beat him easily and then treated him like a life long friend. Everyone shuns Helen and Marcy now. They are getting a taste of what they did to. I had been caught. I was embarrassed. I didn’t know what to say. I figured she would tell my mom and then I was dead meat. She slowly entered the room and sat on the edge of the bed without saying anything. I could tell she was thinking but I didn’t know what she was thinking. After a moment she spoke. She told me that it was okay, and that it was a natural thing for guys my age. Then she did the most amazing thing, she reached over and put her hand on the covers right on my dick. She slowly.