Or was that her? She couldn't tell. She didn't care. She bit her lip as his hand slipped up her skirt and cupped her breast, sending a shiver down her... back and leaving her gasping. Lisa let herself go. She wanted to feel the rush of pleasure wash over her like she used to.Pushing him back gently, she pulled her shirt up over her head. He reached behind her and helped her unhook her bra. Tossing her shirt and bra off the bed, Lisa pulled him back to her chest. He firmly pressed his face into her. Unfortunately on that Friday, she came to pick himup at school so they could make his doctor's appointment. Gwen was withhim and after saying hi to his Mom asked about him joining her danceclub.Harold was appalled when his Mother said that she didn't see anythingwrong with that. When the two women looked at him, all he could do wasnod his head. He wanted to refuse but was stuck. During the weekwhenever Gwen brought up the subject he avoided it by saying that hisMom hadn't made a decision. Now. We could always talk through anything, all those lovely conversations. I missed them. I missed you." Me too, but that's the point. Would we talk again if all I wanted to do was fuck you?" We're talking now, aren't we?" I guess we are." And it feels even more intimate, even more like we're sharing everything with each other, no longer just thoughts and feelings." She lifts her head onto her hand whose arm rests on the elbow. "It's that, isn't it?" What?" You were afraid I would find out about. Almost immediately, the images of the previous night came flooding back to her. As she relived the evening in her head, her heart sunk with disgust. Disgust with the milestone she had reached. With the two guys from yesterday, she had fucked exactly one-hundred guys. It didn't help when the first thing her eyes focused on was her birthday balloon in the corner, starting to shrivel and droop, but the "Happy 14th Birthday" was still obvious.It wasn't intentional, but she was addicted to sex, her.