One Thursday Mr. James was pasing back papers. He stopped by my desk to tell me he wanted to speak with me about my grade after school. "Cassandra, yo...ur grades are beginning to fall. I would like you to come in so we can discuss how to bring them back up." I wasn't sure but I could have sworn his eyes had strayed from mine down to the little bit of cleavage I was showing that day. I responded telling him I would be there right after school. * I walked into Mr. James' classroom and the lights. The day!I were more then ready I shaved so soft, smooth and sexy dressed like a dream girl you wish. Later I traveled with a taxi to the location and arrived. I jumped off and walked inside a ghetto building. The guy sended a text telling me to walk in to an appartment and the door is open!. I walked in and see my old shool buddies wathcing tv and waiting for me. Jamal walks to me and says "Hi cutie we all know about your secret because we are the perfect guy so come here and let us fuck you. He started to delicately caress her hair, making her smile in her "sleep", and grinding her torso even more over his groin. He then stroked her back and she stopped moving, not wanting to spook him. As she suspected, he soon started to caress her back, and then ass. As he felt her round ass under his big hand, he started to get hard.She kept her cool, and didn't move, as his hand felt her ass up, tracing his middle finger along her ass crack. Finally, when he felt like nothing would wake her. ”“I’m scared, Willi. What if you try again?” Col wouldn’t look at me.“I’ve promised to talk to you if I feel that way again.” I was pleading – what would my mother do if she found out I had tried to kill myself?Col’s eyes rose to mine. “I know.” There was a long pause. “But what if the problem is between us and we aren’t talking, like today? What happens then?” I could hear the fear in Col’s voice.“If there’s a problem between us, we need to talk about that so it never gets so we stop.