Pressed in against him, I could feel that he was starting to get very turned on by what was happening and if he could feel inside of my panties, he wo...uld know that I was equally as excited. “I need you to be inside of me,” I pulled away long enough to speak, before pressing my lips firmly against his once more. “Please fuck me.” I could feel him smiling against my lips but he did not say anything. He simply moved us aside and opened the door to the back seat of his vehicle. We both quickly. . this pressure in my chest this aching I could not describe,it got to about 9;15 we thought we better head off, we walked down the alley for a short-cut, I then built up the courage to tell him, about this weird feeling I couldn't explain, he confessed to me he'd liked me.. more than a friend. I replied with ''I think I do too''. we stopped for a moment for a cigarette, my heart pounding at this time, he stepped closer and kissed me, I've never kissed another boy before so this was strange,. Back then we looked very much alike and acted nothing alike. He was the one who was more conservitive, studied hard, loved money, was involved in some groups, such as Chess, Theology study, and he went to church often. I on the other hand. was more of the artsy type. I always wore black and a lot of my time was spent alone painting, drawing, art was my only release for expression. Not much has changed for me, I am still very much like that. Even though we were different, we got along better. If that was not badenough she would be talking away, comparing the benefits of this brand ofbeans over that one. While at the same moment as letting her fingertipstrace the outline on my bottom of the panties I had on.After that, which I still don't know if it was an agony of ecstasy or anecstasy of agony, Lisa told me that she wanted to pick up a few thingsfrom a shop her friend Molly owned. So, following Lisa's directions, Idrove to a car park beside a small shopping mall. As we walked.