He was there, so close to me when we rehearsed, unbuttoning my blouse, stroking my leg - I'd look down at his lap and think there was only a belt and ...a zipper between me and his hard cock, and that it would be so easy to just take it out, suck it again, and have it in me one more time. But neither of us had that last bit of courage to go through with it. And, I was still hurting so much."That night, up in the room after we left you, he offered. But only if I wanted him. He asked me if he could. Either way, I was going to have fun with him this summer. Either way, I would make sure that he would remember me long after I was out of his life. I wouldn’t forget. How could I forget the way he looked at me with those deep, dark eyes? How could I forget the feel of his heat or the taste of his skin? How could I forget the late nights where we would just hold each other in my car as if the rest of the world stopped moving and time halted entirely? How could I possibly forget the feeling I got. The cafeteria closes in about an hour to get ready for the lunch crowd so I have to move if I want breakfast." She went into the bathroom and he heard the water running. Then she came back out, rubbing her face with a towel and stopped in front of the mirror to brush her long blonde hair. He watched her as she got ready and vainly tried to find something familiar in her actions. He knew that he knew her somehow but for the life of him, he didn't know how. She finished her primping and picked up. I couldn't see her behind me, but I heard her pour two drinks, she handed one to me."Whats this?" It's on me" she said as she started toward a stereo system, "Try it, you'll like it"Why was I doing this? why was doing anything this girl said? Why was I wanting this?Music played and she turned towards me, staring at me with the same hypnotic look she gave me on the dance floor. Slowly, Lauren walked toward me, I was terrified, stopping at my feet, she lifted a leg onto my thigh, then the other.