The normally gregarious 17 year-old was strangely silent, ignoring her fellow students' attempts at conversation. The attractive coed was nervous abou...t something. Well, the problem was that boy. Something had to be done about that boy on the bus. Mary Jane just wasn't sure what could be done. It's not like the boy had done something wrong. He'd just looked at her.Mary Jane was used to being stared at. She'd been used to it since she was a little girl. This was because the teenager was a classic. He twisted so he could see the back and hequivered a little as he saw the string disappear between his cheeks. Theyfelt a little awkward on him but he felt they made him feel, well, sexywas the word that sprang to his mind.He jumped as he heard a soft knock on his door, and Chris called out,"Are you awake? Can I come in?"Shit, shit, shit, Rick thought. "Wait a minute, I'm just getting my jeanson."Chris ignored him and opened the door anyway, just as Rick was pullinghis jeans over his knees.. ..... as he was moving in and out faster I could tell he was close. He started kissing me again, both our bodies moving in sync. I got lost in the moment, it was so intense. He says ‘fuck I’m gonna cum!’ Faster he went and then for some reason I blurted it out, the thing I always would say in my head. I said ‘ Yes! I want your baby!’ And then he moaned as I could feel him throbbing deep inside me. At that moment I closed my eyes, I’m not sure what happened but I could visualize his sperm. From behind me, as I grabbed the door handle, his voice menacingly warned, ‘You better not, or you won’t have job to come back to.’ My smile quickly vanished. Nothing like a good reality check to dampen a mood. Good old Mr. Morrison, he always knew how to smother happiness. I met Deborah Coultier everyday for lunch, for the next week. She took me to the most ridiculously expensive and posh stores in the city, explaining what styles were in fashion in France, what styles were appropriate for the.