As he slipped a second finger inside me his mouth left my nipple to whisper in my ear:"I know you want it, my little whore..." I moaned louder, writhi...ng against his fingers. "I know you want my cock inside your tight cunt…” I nodded my head, accepting his proposal…“But first I am going make you come, like the bitch you are…."He kissed my neck again. The gentle touch of his lips against my skin made me shudder. I was really going crazy.I could feel his two fingers moving inside of me. His lips. I was closeted and, as far as I knew, the only remotely gay person around. I grew up just outside of Orlando, Florida in a small town youve only heard of if youre a regular traveler on the Florida I-75 corridor. Small, Conservative, Christian. Football was king and men were men. Add to that a healthy dose of athletic competition by shirtless, tanned teenage boys and you have a good picture of the chaste yet taunting hell I lived in. Water, water all around but not a drop to drink. Despite the. As the year 11 girls took their seats she appraised them silently. They were a good looking group of young ladies for the most part, though that partly because the ugly girls had mostly declined out of embarrassment. The eldest was almost 17, the youngest 15 (she had skipped a year and was perhaps the most mature student in the year). In their traditional school girl uniforms the bi sexual Cassandra could not help but admire them. She herself was dressed far more appropriately than the first. Don rolled his eyes and smacked him on the back of the head. Val glared and rubbed at the spot. "Hey, I was just appreciating the view." Workplace romances are trouble," Don reminded him. "Remember when Dash tried it with her? It was cold as ice around here for months after that broke up. The boss had to put them in different departments, for crying out loud." Vicki and I managed," Val pointed out. Don gaped."You and Vicki? When was that?"Val grinned widely. "See, I told you we managed." Forget.