She just loves the feeling of linen against bare skin as the cool air of the A/C hits her. Not surprisingly, she hasn’t had many sleepovers.But she ...loves her body. She loves the contours and moles on her legs and feet, the way the auburn tufts of public hair curl just so. The elfish nose, the ears, the beautiful almond eyes… About the only regret she does have is her small breasts; pale dwarfs compared to the C’s and D’s she’s seen in her short lifetime. Mostly, though, she has pride. Pride in. She scanned his brain and found he was terrified beyond words. "I won't hurt you," she leaned down and kissed him on the ear."W-we just met tonight." he sounded horrified. No woman, girl, lady had ever been so forward toward him. In one way, he felt elation that such a pretty woman would be this seductive to him. In another, he didn't think he could perform.Tim sat there letting her undress him. He couldn't move. Couldn't resist. Didn't want to. He watched her fall to her knees and work his. And I would not touch her. I want to, I’d love to… I wanted her much more than all the girls that passed me. I want her in my arms. I ache for her lips, her mouth… all of her! But I just can’t touch her. I want to prove to her that I came here not for sex but to prove to her I want her back and I love her!But my thoughts came in instalments as I feel her hands fumbling with the belt buckle and stripped my pants down in one tug. I tried to retrieve them but Sophie is already on her knees. " If you can, sure." I'll have the adjustments made."He'd pressed the button, and, just like always, emerged out of the mist on the school bus.He felt his arm; it didn't hurt, and neither did the places on his face where they'd hit him. When he got in the building, Cynthia and Shannon were both concerned."I had them fix me up," he said as he undressed. As if reminded, they both began to disrobe.Cynthia insisted on helping with his clothes, even though he didn't need it. But the feeling of her.