We kissed a little but that was it. This was going to be harder than I thought.My mom took me to the gynecologist just as she had promised. I was exam...ined and put on the pill. The doctor had informed me not to have unprotected sex for at least one month. That was going to be torture for me as well as for Tim.At school, we were the talk of the town. I didn't care what anyone said and neither did Tim. We walked proudly down the hallways holding hands, as any high school sweethearts would do.The. ." she moaned as she took it into her hand, stroking. Her towel was starting to slip and more of her cleavage peeked out. I reached forward and pulled it free, revealing her nice B-cup breasts, pale instead of suntanned like the rest of her.She moved forward and took my cock into her mouth. I sat back, moaning in pleasure. She wasn't bad at giving blowjobs, but I'd had better. It was kind of like eating pizza, though; even if it isn't as good as some you've had before, it's still pizza,. When you really looked at her sculptures, it wasn’t hard to imagine her at work, hours without any words or distractions, mashing and smoothing a block of clay into what she wanted it to be. Not hard to believe that was where she felt at home. And, if we’re really talking about why it seemed so important to ask her out, I should also mention the last time I’d seen her. We were both at a party, at the mutual friends’ house where she was renting. She left the too-crowded living room around. He should be rubbing me.I was rubbing myself against the chassis through my thin, delicate summery dress. Andy was leaning over the back seat checking something on the rolled back convertible hood. Talk about an obsessive eye for the smallest detail.My smallest detail was fully aroused, my flimsy panties were moist, and my clit was swollen. Well I had my fingers under my dress. The gear under my hood needed attention. If only Andy would turn around; boy would he get the idea of where I was with.