She was a body they could, well they did fantasise over, I explained.“So, am I yours?”Damn, I was in a corner. “You are very beautiful, totally ...out of my league” I replied. I wanted to say too old, (though I meant I was too young), for me. Not that she was old, just that she wouldn’t want a boy like me.“Nicely put. That was a dum question, you could hardly say ‘nah Emily, you’re a skank’” We both laughed; it was the wrong thing to say though if she was trying to maintain her distance, I really. " I cocked my head at her and she nodded that I'd used the right word. "Legs were apart when you jumped to the high bar." She nodded again. I think she was agreeing with my assessment. "And your dismount did look incredible to me, but I've seen you go higher."Kelly smiled. "Not bad, coach." Can I ask you something?"She nodded."Why are you mad at the dance?"Kelly looked surprised, then embarrassed. "I'm not mad at the dance. Well, not really. It's just that everybody else is going, and they all. Several of the other customers glance in our direction as we sit but in the dim light they are unsure if they believe what they are seeing. I reach between your legs and finger your cunt, you moan slightly at the stimulation, your thighs parting to allow me better access. I slide two fingers in to your cunt, feeling the slick wetness, rubbing my thumb over your prominent clitoris. You gasp and a number of heads turn in our direction. I continue to probe your pussy, sliding my fingers in and. We moved into town after a few weeks, so it was good bye to the views I had come to love. But this was the 70’s and the mini was still going well. Going to college you were guaranteed a flash on panties, and then our two neighbours were miniskirted ladies in their 30s. I got the feeling that the loved flashing the horny teen next door, and believe me I wasn’t complaining.The only issue I was facing in thse days was I was very shy, if a good looking female said hello to me I got red faced, and.