. قالى بتاع ايه اسمه ايه يعنى ففكرت بسرعه: بيقولى يابت الشموطة وبيسألنى اسمه ايه يب�...�ى اكيد عايز يسمع ديرتى ورغم انى مش بحب اتكلم لكن قلت يلا اهى نيكة وتعدى فرديت عليه بصوت واطى: زبك قالى لا ياكسمك زبك دى بتاعة التلاميذ انتى تقولى زبرك قلتله اه انت دخلت زبرك بالجامد وجعنى وقالى وهو شغال داخل طالع وكسى من كتر مانزلت بيعمل اصوات: بلوب تش... بلوب تش... بالاصافة الى صوتى المتهدج من المتعة التى اعيشها بعد حوالى 3 شهور من الحرمان... رد عليا وقالى بيوجعك فين وطبعا انا كنت قريت افكاره فرديت عليه فى. "Take off your dress," I said.She complied hastily, but awkwardly, without saying a word. Her face was still flushed, but I guess she was getting off on the dominance too much for her embarrassment to be a barrier.She shifted up on the bed and pulled off her dress. My eyes bulged. She always looked cute, but damn fucking God, in her underwear, she looked absolutely amazing.Her skin was so pale, smooth, and beautiful. She was wearing the cutest white and pink polka-dot bra. Then my eyes flicked. We were both seniors and I was eighteen and she was seventeen. When we started dating, it was like a normal teenage relationship. We were a happy couple and we loved being together. At first, our relationship was not about sex. It was actually about being together. We were together six months before we even discussed the matter of sex. Then, one day, the subject came up. Jennifer was the one that brought the subject matter of sex up first. I was quite content about our relationship, not that. "Oh, honey," she said, tears forming in her eyes. "That's not what I meant. I'm so sorry. I can't seem to do anything nice for you."She started to get up, but I took her hand."Mrs. Crawford, just coming over here today was nice," I told her. "Suzette always said such wonderful things about you. I never got the chance to see that side. Our problems are my fault too. I didn't put forth much of an effort to get to know you. It's nice to know you and Mr. Crawford — and even Suzette — are next door.