I'd like to say that most of my friends reacted like Camille, but that just wasn't the case. This was high school, after all, and most of my friends t...reated me like a pariah. They were cool to me to my face, and they were vicious behind my back. I won't say that it didn't hurt, but it was what I had prepared myself for when I decided to go ahead with this crazy plan. There was still a small handful of friends that stuck with me throughout the year, and between them and Jeff, I was able to keep. I handed him a pack of wet wipes I had bought for such a contingency froom the coffee table and as he stood to wipe himself down I started to unbutton my own jeans to free my own stiffening rod."What are you doing? i'm not sucking off you!" he sneered "Thats for queers. I have to go somewhere."I snapped.The nerves, anger and frustration and a litte horniness welled over.One of the things keeping me going through all of this was the thought of righteously skull fucking this weedy little. There was nothing I could do. I undressed and laid the sundress and undies out on her bed and got in the shower. The water felt so good. I soaped myself all over and it felt so good. I lingered on my bottom and I felt ashamed and excited when my finger found its way to my special place. I played there for a few minutes with the warm water and soap pushing me past the edge as it always did. My legs felt weak afterwards but I wanted to be completely clean. There was a bottle of strawberry. It took seconds before the calm water began to move with powerful waves. Someone got into the tub with her. She still didn’t look up. She waited.His cock jutted out so far when he gazed at her naked body. Her hands were at her sides, beneath the water, exposing her breasts for his eyes to feast upon. Her nipples were so hard. Her legs were slightly parted, but he couldn’t see much beneath the water. The water was warm as it encased his lower legs. He moved close to her, but she never looked up.