What if we have all three boys come up and each of them show the class what they know about kissing? That way we would get more done and no one would ...feel left out.”“I like that idea better,” Linda agreed.“Miss Mooney?” Charlotte Himmes spoke up and I looked back to see her with an evil grin. I knew this was going to be a good one.“Yes, Charlotte?”“We want you to participate too, since you said that you’ve never done anything in the backseat of a car.”“HECKKKK YEAH!” the class really went for. It was as if we had known each other for years. Before I knew it we were making out in the darkest corner of the room. I felt it, the same budge that he had when he begged me to suck him that night. That’s all I had on my mind. I just went for it. I knew more now and did things to him that blew his mind.Out it came and up it went as I headed down on it. Licking the head for a few seconds I noticed the taste. I didn’t think that they all had the different tastes but his tasted sweeter. It was. I was trying to figure out what to say. I got off my bike and walked toward his mini van. I was standing near the side of the mini van. I looked in the back seat. There was some photography equipment. Some lights and lots of cameras. "Geez! I think that is...." I was about to say. "Fuck man! Come on! Time is money. I got this model waiting for me. I'm going broke talking to you man." said the old guy. "Oh! It's actually across town. Near the high school. You can't miss it. Just hang a left pass. " Nnnnooo, don't touch me John," she purred. She protested again, not believing it herself, panting to my touching. " Nnnno, John, nnno. Stop, John, you shouldn't, do this, John," even while saying to herself, don't stop John, don't stop, feels, so good, John. Fuck my pussy, John. Her mind is slowly reeling. Not through thoughts of protest, but thoughts of how she'd never been so hot before, that she wanted this, and couldn't admit it, couldn't say it to me, couldn't ask for it, and denying.