My cock started swelling with blood and with no underwear that meant the dry, sticky spunk had bonded my cock to the fabric of my pants, making it inc...reasingly more uncomfortable as it grew. The subtle movement of Helen’s hands again distracts me, one of her hands was gently holding my hand to the side of her face - our fingers starting to interlace on her warm cheek. Her other hand was extended forward and cautiously resting on my knee. Not really thinking, I slowly moved my body forward on. ''My name is Hannah, what's yours?'' she asked back. ''Hi Hannah, my name is Samantha, but you can call me Sam,'' I replied. ''Hey Sam, thanks for picking me up. I was in for a long walk,'' she thanked me. ''Your welcome, would you care to share the day together? Saves us from being by ourselves,'' I asked her. ''Sure I would love that Sam,'' she answered. On the rest of the drive to the beach we chatted about ourselves, getting to know one another. I found out she broke up with her. He went and sat on the sofa."Come here Sarah." he commanded softly.She walked over and stood before him."Your blouse," he murmured, "unbutton it for me."Her eyes widened for a moment and she hesitated. Then her cheeks colouring, she slowly began at the bottom to open her blouse. One button after the other working her way up until there were none left to open."Now open it!" he told her huskily his breathing becoming more ragged. "I want to see you."She let her blouse fall open to reveal the. I walked her to class and talked about so much I don’t even remember. I ended up being late to English, but because I had the best teacher ever, she didn’t care. The one class I could actually be late in. We talked and talked for what seemed like an hour. I learned that Andrew hit on both her and Ashley, Ashley fell for it and she just shoved him out of the way. These talks happened all year, getting deeper and deeper with each day. After a few months, I basically learned that Ashley and her.