I felt empty. Disappointed. I wanted totouch myself so badly. I cried.'Thank you,' he said, kissing my tearful face.'That was great.''Why do you hate ...me so much?' I said.'I don't hate you. I love you.''Liar. Look what you just did to me.''Oh God! The blood . . .' he said, jumping up and dabbing my thighs with atissue.I went home and cried all night. My mother knewsomething was wrong but she couldn't worm it out of me.Despite my horror at what had happened, Icouldn't stop touching myself all. I pulled her up and came behind her held her hand and we cut the cake.She gave me first bite with love and tears in her eyes and was a most memorable moment for me to be able to please my darling.I was emotionally aroused and I pulled her up in my arms and she grabbed me well too.My hands were caressing her back over her uniform blazer and I unbuttoned her blazer and took it off.She was shocked and confused with an idea (this story is written by ) of making out in airplane 30000 feet above the. I caught the inside of her calf, which only pissed her off more. This angry girl drove her knee up, right between my legs, catching me square in the middle of my mound, which wasn't very well defended by a pair of white lace cotton panties.I moaned and doubled over, clutching at my aching pussy, my head was against her shoulder, and she grabbed my hair again and yanked my head back, slapped me once more, so hard this time my head spun. I blindly stuck my hands out to push her away, my vision. I want to taste her. I'm licking my lips when the bus pulls up on mystreet. I'm sooo wet by now. My legs tightly squeezed together, I make my way home. No car in thedriveway. This is good news! I drop my schoolbag at the door and remove myshirt while I'm walking up the stairs. I glance down at my full D cups. Theylook so inviting. My nipples are clearly showing through the bra. I unhookit and throw it onto my floor exposing the errect pink nipples. I fingerthem softly with one hand as I am.