My hand continued to stroke her leg but now on the inside of her thigh and reaching right up so my fingertips made contact with the hem of her shorts.... Sometime around then the conversation, already superfluous, ceased altogether as we both concentrated on my wandering fingers. I let them wander just inside the right leg of her shorts; Feeling no resistance I let my fingertips attempt to search out her sex. Her thighs were very firm and sitting as she was they took up all the room at the top of. Amelia joined the band and played clarinet, I joined the baseball team and played first base. Guy, girl. Band, baseball. Our differences never phased us and we were always the best of friends. I always thought that Amelia was pretty, but I never thought of her in a sexual way. She was cute in middle school. Her brown hair was straight and long, reaching halfway down her back. Her eyes were big and green, always twinkling. Her nose was small and round, and didn't call attention to. I could feel every vein running along the length of his shaft as his girth filled and stretched me. My breathing quickened as I felt the familiar tension mounting in the pit of my stomach. Gabriels head snapped up, his chest rising and falling rapidly. His arms closed around me, one hand at the small of my back, the other cupping the back of my neck. He laid me back supporting my weight on his arms as he began to thrust into me faster. I wrapped my legs around him and pressed my fists firmly. When February 14 finally arrived, Allison wanted to spend the day at her desk avoiding any human interaction. Everyone in the office had received an email the day before about her visiting their cubicle at some point during the day for a 'Valentine blowie.' It even said not to worry about the mess because she would swallow everything. Just eight more hours of this nightmare...Marianne, the head of the social committee, barging into her cubicle asking why she hadn't started yet is when Allison.