Some people are barred from school grounds and that applies to dances, too." I have my license in my bag," Regan told him. She had a white clutch purs...e on the floor between her feet."What else is in there?" Andy inquired."Just my phone, some makeup and some money," Regan said with a shrug as she pulled the bag from floor to make sure she had her wallet."No nail files or fingernail clippers?" Andy wondered."Do you have a hangnail?" Regan asked back."Those are prohibited items on campus," Andy. His arms tightened around me and he let himself just feel for a moment. I could feel the tension humming through his body like a bow string ready to snap. I wanted to cause that. I wanted to unleash that power, free it from it’s restraint and let it roll over both of us. I ran my hands over the planes of his chest and back up to twine behind his neck and tangle in his hair. The moan that he couldn’t prevent was all the encouragement I needed. I slid my lips down the side of his face, placing. This was ridiculous. Atthe first chance I faked an orgasm just to get her off me. "So tell me what's going on." Joan's painted face was wet with my "pussy"cream. Just what was getting me wet down there? I was beginning to getworries. This had never happened before. "Larry's my hairdresser." Herhair was snow white, upswept and spinkled with sparkly stuff. It lookedlike a fancy wig for the holidays. "Were is he?" Joan gave a littleshudder. "I think he's in the salon." We made our way over. Joan. Admittedly at the time, I never expected it but at thirteen years of age, I would never had to consider that it would have happened. Growing up , I had a good number of friends and acquaintances. One "older guy" (about 18) had been k**ding around with me for sometime about rolling and horsing around with friends by wrestling with them and knocking each other to the ground. At that age, I never even gave it a second thought, but was reminded of it every time I saw him.One day he asked me to go.