I rolled over and looked at John in the dim light of the few electronics in the room. He was always a back sleeper. His body was exposed and I couldn�...��t help but look at it in a very different way now. I tried not to and cursed myself for thinking those thoughts about my best friend. But I just couldn’t help it. The flood gates of my feelings had been unleashed and I could not rebuild the dam ever again.I am not sure when I finally fell asleep I just remember how I woke up. John was shaking me,. I got a constant stream of messages on my cell asking me to return to her. She even added please. She also clogged my laptop with emails containing the same message. I never answered, until, after another week, I got fed up. I let her know she could talk to me one more time. I also told her there was no need to repeat her gibberish about loving me, like last time. She'd better cut the bullshit and come clean with me. I liked that line, it made me feel a bit like Dirty Harry, although I knew she. " Da-ad!" Vee heard the kitchen door to the garage bang shut. That had to be her father."Vee!" David came in and gave her a hug, "You're home!" He pushed her back by her shoulders, "Let me look at you. They haven't been starving you, you've grown."Vee blushed, "I just got here." She dangled the watch."Finally," he said. "We've been needing you here. How was school?" I got suspended."David looked shocked, "Wha? ... Who? ... Why? ... When?"Vee looked at her mother."I saw my first ... erection .... My breathing is regular just a little heavier. I think of Roger’s cock in me and I hope that someone can see me satisfying my lust. It keeps raining, a mist really. The headlights flash by, but no one slows down. The tempo of my finger increases as I squish my clit up and down. I am sweating again, wishing that Roger was awake. The climax is a slow intense release. The release is warm and wet and trickles down my thigh.Finally, my hand stops, and my eyes grow tired. I walk back to the bed and I.