I beg his forgiveness for my sinful thoughts.Lord, why do you torture me—I ask in the lord’s prayer ‘and deliver us not into temptation, deliver... us from evil’ it says plainly. Why do I enjoy these dreams?In my little red journal I wrote a lot about sex, a lot about God, and very little about my real life. Real relationships seemed impossible.Everyone knew me as the prim and proper girl who liked learning. Even among the nerd boys, I seemed an off limits alien. At one point, I shared chemistry. Asia spoke to him when he addressed her but mostly remained silent enjoying his strong hands on her body.He put oil over the areas he would massage. The oil was warm and felt amazing on her skin. His strong hands worked magic over her firm tight body. He started at her neck and spent lots of time on her back.Asia made moaning noises while he massaged her. He slightly moved her legs open and poured oil on her buttocks and the crack of her ass. He massaged her buttocks which made her moan. She could only get about half of it in. Jane began to scream loudly as she came. The orgasm must have taken a lot out of her because she stopped sucking me as she came, just pumping my dick with her hand. Afterwards, she went back to blowing me with a renewed vigor. She played with my balls with one hand while using the other to guide my shaft into her mouth. She now was able to take all of my thick, black cock into her tiny mouth. I began to eat her out again as she deep throated me. Jane. Or maybe she did and I just missed it. That was a distinct possibility, given how clueless I could be in picking up subtle human signals.Then our, um, “relationship” turned in a sharply different direction. On the last day of school, we were on the way home on the bus, Laurie sitting next to me as usual and rattling on about who-knows-what, when, out of the blue, she peremptorily dumped me as her chosen one. She grabbed my arm and said, “Oh, by the way, you should know that you’re not my.