I knew how to fix that. I took a hold of his hand and moved it up to the top of my panties. When I knew his fingers were above my panties, I pressed h...is hand against my body and slowly slid his fingers between my panties and bare skin. I kept moving his hand down until I could feel his finger tips just barely touch the top of my pussy lips. I pushed his hand down further. I couldn’t get his hand all the way between my legs under my panties so he could feel my pussy. My panties were too tight. “Woah there cowboy.” Linda laughed, putting up a hand in surrender.“What, you just said you liked it.”“I’m not sure if ‘liked’ is the right word.” Linda said. “I wouldn’t mind doing it again I guess. The orgasm I had was incredible! Maybe ... just every now and then, okay?”“What if I could make you cum like that every time?” I said, teasing her.“Hah! I don’t know if I could handle it.” Linda said wryly. She stretched again, this time wincing a little. “You’ve made me a little sore big boy.”“Are. Until then, she could only pray that Wayne and his two evil cohorts would leave well enough alone and not do or say anything to make the situation worse... Now, once again, she was hurriedly walking down the aged grey hallway of Montock High, books in one hand, a can of film in the other. Two more sex education classes, she said to herself with tight-lipped anxiety; only two more times that she would have to formally face those wretched little monsters across the room and teach them of a. As I washed my car, again in the same spot, I watched for the white Neon to arrive. In my mind I tossed about ideas of what I would do or say when we met. Part of me wanted to grab her and kiss her like she was a long lost lover. Then the rational part of me took over and voted not to lust.She was late. It was 2:20PM and I had almost worn a hole through the paint in the spot I was washing. I decided to dry what was left of the paint, as I waited. I felt slightly sick when thoughts of her not.