She dyed chunks of her hair, but it was almost always just thrown into a pony-tail so you could barely tell. She was a very artsy chick, definitely mo...ody and always seemed distracted. Things were pretty fun at first. Being a bunch of 18 year olds with a private, unsupervised place to hang out for the first time, we had plenty of plans. We had developed a cycle where I'd stay over their place on Thursday nights, did some cooking and cleaning to pay for my room and board, and then we'd plan small. ‘Take your filthy paws off me.’ ‘Ask me nicely.’ He strokes my arm. A tantalizing slow, even stroke with his palm. I pause. I glance at his hand on my arm. Firm, lean, masculine with a California tan. He rubs the underside of my arm with his thumb, squeezes my arm, and strokes upward. His knuckles graze the side of my breast. I jab my elbows into his ribs, taking him by surprise and knocking him off his feet, but he doesn’t release my arms. I fall to the ground with him, the sharp corners of. My shaft pointing straight up , stopping just under the elasticated waist band At the top the material had gone a darker shade of pink due to my pre cum I pushed my fingers in the waist band and pulled them down over my erection, I gasped at seeing the thin stripe of hair hiding behind my shaft the rest just bald I took my cock and pulled back the foreskin the head was covered in pre cum, I placed my finger on the head and rolled it round coveringmy finger tip, then licked my finger clean, I. I couldn't help getting the feeling that they knew what had happened to me. I was sure that was just my imagination, though. Everyone couldn't know the torment that I was being put through.I went to my car and started home. Half way to my apartment I passed the Goodwill thrift shop and I remembered the alterations that Jamal had required in my dresses. I pulled into the parking lot and shut off my car. I sat in my car for a long time, trying to think. Was I really going to do this for that boy?.