There was always another "more punk" and prettier girl who could. I always hated those girls... They were beautiful works of punk-rock art. I could ha...ve never come close to any of them. A few weeks after my Senior year ended, I was 17... Jason texted me to come hang out at "The Barn", a friend of his who lived out in the sticks, on a bunch of land perfect to ride dirt bikes and four-wheelers. There were always large bonfires/parties and had copious amounts of beer and liquor around. It was far. She was chilly as the air blew past her wet body, but the feeling she was getting was enough to overcome that. She laid down on the cement, as Sean continued to spread her open, and started feeling and rubbing all over her body. As Sean dove his first finger into her, Liz arched her back, and rubbed her hands from her stomach up over her breasts, and the back down around her nipples. Sean inserted his whole finger all the way into her hole, and he could hear her start breathing faster and. Come over here and let me give you a back rub," she offered with a sweet smile. I heard her but I was suddenly entranced by her lips. They looked soft and sensual, full and inviting. I scooted over and sat in front of her, with her legs on either side of me.As her fingers began to knead my shoulders, pushing dip into my flesh, I could feel my own nipples harden. She was talking but all I could focus on were her hands as the pressed and prodded across my back. Everywhere she touched felt like it. She was beginning to give me “come on” signs such as crossing her legs and touching my leg to let me know without a doubt that she was available. She excused herself to go to the bathroom when she returned I asked her to sit on the couch with me which she did. It wasn’t two seconds It wasn’t two seconds before we were in each other’s embrace and kissing and biting furiously this was exciting. We walked arm in arm to the bedroom and resumed kissing. I unbuttoned her blouse and helped her out of.