She knew what they were seeking, feeling them pushed down along the edges of her clit, struggling to keep it from growing excited by the touch. They w...ere going to **** her and her pussy was getting wet. She was so ashamed of her own arousal.Michael’s fingers squeezed the base of her clit, watching as the small bud began to grow hard and red with the trapped blood. He teased it with his fingers, making it grow in pleasure, squeezing the base tight until all the blood was trapped in the swollen. The longer we talked the wetter I got. I could not explain it, it could have been that he was so polite and never crossed the line.His name was Marcus and he was a defensive tackle on the football team. He was such a pleasure to talk to that I gave him my number. I went back to my dorm that night all giddy and warm inside and slept like a baby.When I did not have my nose in the books the next week, I could only wonder if Marcus would call. I don't know what came over me. Maybe it was the taboo. " So?" She's the same age as Serena and if things got serious I'm sure they would think she, and probably me as well, were too young to get married and maybe get rid of me before we got any more involved. It might harm your friendship with them as well if that happened. I think I'll be able to resist sleeping with her but she is very, very attractive and I might not be able to." Is she impetuous?" No not really, I think. She's vivacious and enthusiastic but she did silently ask for my agreement. Who are you? I asked the six-foot-something, muscular and broad-shouldered and ruggedly handsome young Black man who stood there, looking at me like he knew me. You’ve forgotten your old buddy Omar that is so sad, he said with a wry grin. Hot damn, I said, as my heart skipped a beat. The next moment I was giving a heartfelt hug to an old friend I hadn’t seen since the old days at a certain school in Mississauga. Omar Jenkins and I went way back. The awkward brat with the thick Michigan accent.