His friends were always bugging him whether he'd "hit it" yet or not, but he wasn't about to pressure her into it. He loved being with her, she was so... cute and funny and sensitive. They had this tremendous vibe together, he knew what she was feeling, whether she was nervous, or anxious, happy or scared. He felt this overwhelming desire to protect her at all costs. He knew he was falling in love with her.One night they were alone in one of his friend's bedrooms, kissing. He was kissing her neck. He never said a word and started pulling my night shirt up till he had full access to my tits under the blanket and was doing what he wanted with them. I was getting so horny I was squeezing my legs together. (Ladies you know what I mean.) This went on for what seemed like forever and where my head was I could feel something growing and twitching in his pants, which was just making me ache to be touched. Then he slowly started to move his hand down my stomach. I thought I really needed to stop. I pressed them to just take me home, but Steve just drove faster and didn't even acknowledge my protests.We stopped for a light, and I opened the door to get out. But I was stopped cold by Brad's huge hand around my arm, pulling me back into the car. "Let me go, please!" I said with a stern attitude, but he just dragged petite little old me across the seat and onto his lap. I could feel that he was hard, and could sense the excitement in his tone of voice.I was, as I said, a bit tipsy, and that. These clothes do play somethingof a vital part in our story. ROBERTRichard and me used to sneak into Charlotte's room and take things. Atfirst it was her lingerie catalogues. We didn't have any porno magazinesand so this was the closest we could get. Not that we minded too much,Charlotte loved for even her underwear to be as sexy as possible so wehad pages of great looking girls wearing the sexiest underwear to jerkoff over. At first, we thought it was mostly the hot models that wereturning us.