I had never thought about sex with another girl. At the start of my senior year of high school, there were a couple of new students in my class.... I particularly noticed one of them because I thought she was very cute. From her appearance, I guessed she was of mixed Asian and American descent. Her pleasing skin color and delicate beauty could only have come from this mix of races. I seemed to be drawn to her so I made determined effort to introduce myself to her that first day. Her. Hip-hugging black, A-line skirt, red tank top, strappy sandals. Short, wavy hair lightly tousled around my face. You were my wet dream come true: tall, strong, confident, sexy. I stared at you wide-eyed, sucking on my pen subtly but suggestively, hoping to catch your attention.Yet you barely glanced my way. And this continued for days on end. Disappointed, but still just as determined, I upped the ante again and again, plotting out strategies to seduce you. God, I wanted you so bad. I inched my. This was an unusual morning; unexpected, and now becoming very troublesome. “I wouldn’t have done what I did, oh wow! …Why?” Tricia repeated almost chanting “why, why” over and over several times, silently under her bitter breath, troubled indeed, to say the least. Her old sagging mattress and thin, worn sheets usually evade comfort, forcing her to fight the springs and the lumps for slumber, and bundle for warmth. But at this very moment on the day that should have been, was supposed to be,. As far as fucking with guys goes, I usually did what I do, and then masterbate myself after, whether they're still there or not. Very rarely has someone been able to get me to cum completely without my help.So I guess what I'm saying is, if I decide that I might be able to cum from some kind of stimulation, it's probably pretty fucking hot.One of my hands rested on the back of his head, gently keeping time with the rhythm of his mouth thrusting sucking slurping and squeezing while my other hand.