For the next hour, I had no idea what Mrs. Garcia was talking about. We could have been learning algebra or agriculture; I would not have been paying ...attention either way. My eyes were fixated on the clock, waiting for the clock to strike 12:30 and for that bell to ring. And then my wish was granted.As we exited the class, Wendy held my hand and led the way.I said, “Where are going? I don’t even know where Darrell lives.”She responded, “What makes you think we’re going there?”Puzzled, I. She made me finger her, or got on top of me, and came pretty quickly. Then she rolled onto her back and let me have my turn. Usually, her eyes were closed the whole time. Was she sleeping? Was this how sex was supposed to be?I tried to mix things up a bit. We usually had sex in Leah's room, since her roommate Michelle was often gone. (My roommate Charles, who spoke fluent Klingon, hardly ever left our room.) Instead of doing it in the loft, I moved us to Leah's couch, and then her (carpeted). Intermission came and Greg and I hurried backstage—Greg to change the lamp and me to see if Beth needed changing—what had happened to her could have shaken a seasoned performer, let alone someone as inexperienced as she was.I found her hanging onto Tony, her shoulders shaking in a delayed reaction. Tony saw me walk up and deftly steered Beth into my arms, "Here's Tommy, I think he's worried about you." Oh, Tommy, I just lost it out there! That bang shook me up so much!" I pulled her close to me. Somehow she had, and here was the proof. Here she was, grinding her pussy on my face, spouting a constant stream of dirty words and encouragement, while I sucked my own jism out of her freshly-fucked cunt. That was astonishment enough without the added shock that the whole scenario was her idea!What’s more, she was really getting off on the whole thing. Her cunt walls were squeezing regularly, pushing out more and more remains of the wad I had shot in her, giving me fresh floods of a flavor.