"I'll see you in a couple of hours. You can help me get to bed."Sammi laughed and headed for the nearest group of gals. She was still feeling nervous ...and wanted the moral support she'd get from the other girls. "How's it going?" You look like a girl with something on her mind," one gal said. She looked at a pair of guys standing next to a punch bowl. "And I think I know what it is." I'm a girl who is seriously in need of some dick," Sammi replied. "Maybe more than one."The girls around her. There was only the occasional family picnic in the park area. There was no one here today, however, and she playfully slid her skirt down to her knees before sitting on the cold swing. She looked around mischievously. The skirt was now around one ankle, and the wind threatened to take it from her. She half buried it with some sand using her feet, and enjoyed swinging in the cold breeze. She stopped in a hurry when the wind finally did carry her skirt off. The wind carried it a little, threw. "What's wrong?" he asked, all concerned."I...just didn't expect it to be that color...." Oh. I can change if you like."I ran my fingers across his cheek, "No, it's perfectly fine, it just surprised me...whatever you do is fine with me..." All right then...."He and I began kissing deeply again and I could feel it, touching my thigh, gently brushing my pussy, while we were joined at the lips. We lost ourselves in passion, and then I felt the head of it against me, and he pulled his head. "You probably got all the easy questions and just had problems with the last two pages right?" Yeah, those killed me," she admitted."Well, you got at least a seventy five then, the last two pages were only worth twenty five percent," I said. "Don't sweat it."We packed up and left the room. I told her I would see her in an hour and took off for creative writing. The professor droned on about character development for the whole hour, citing examples from obscure literary works I had never heard.