.. I bought something for you." she said nervously. "Oh? Another sexy little outfit?" I asked. "No..." she said quietly. I waited for her to continue,... but she didn't. "Then... what?" I asked "I... I didn't get you anything for Christmas... I felt bad about it and... and Valentine's day is next week..." She'd gotten me a Valentine's present? I was stunned. "It's next Thursday." she continued, "And we won't be alone until Friday... I could have given it to you then, but I didn't want to be. Oh, my. I had let him play with my pussy a few times, even put his finger inside me but the first afternoon his lips and mouth and tongue were between my legs, well, it was also the first orgasm I ever had that I knew for sure. It was so strong that I scared him, he first thought I was in pain. Oh, he learned.Then came Peter Rasmussen. Of course, all the boys kidded him about his first name but I was soon very familiar with it as we masturbated one another and did oral sex on each other. He had. She wore only a short fluttering pink skirt and white short-sleeved T-shirt. Small, brown women's backpack on her back didn't help when my nearly 100 kilos of muscles carried by the inertia of driving leaned on her.The blood rushed through my body so much that at times I experienced a slight dizziness from the rush of passion and the desire to pout hard meat it into her and I would probably have fallen, if the mass had not kept me pinched. I caught myself blushing, catching my breath at times,. Yeah, she was a hardass, but something told me she wasn’t quite that much of a hardass. Although I knew for a fact that sophomore year she got an A in history even though she always skipped it… and I’m pretty sure it’s because she was banging the professor.I snorted softly and came back to the present. “Arabella doesn’t even know I exist, so I think I’ll be fine,” I said, head dropping back to finish drawing the quadrilateral I had started with meticulous precision.A shadow fell over my.