We needed space.We’re driving up together since it’s such a long trip. Layla is wearing leggings and an oversized sweater and her hair is in a me...ssy curly braid to one side of her neck. I had told her the night before to dress comfortably since it’s a four-hour drive and she took that in all seriousness. I love that sweater. It was mine that I gave her one Saturday morning this previous winter.Her hair looked like it does now, as she stood in the kitchen part of her loft wearing only a tee. And it was still quite early. In a final attempt at resisting sleeps inviting embrace, I did something I knew would keep me firmly rooted in reality. My hand slipped under the covers and slithered across my naked body until it reached my pussy. I began massaging my clit. A moan of delight floated past my lips. Two of my fingers slid into my wet slit. My eyes slowly closed and my breathing quickened. This was my first time masturbating since I had turned eighteen. It was bound to be a memorable. He was a good few inches taller than me and I was pinned against the wall of the compartment, his hands now on my waist and our mouths and tongues still locked together. As our breathing became more intense and our chests heaved against one another, our lungs craved the air through our noses. My hands were around his back, at first holding him to me but now they slid down to caress the cheeks of his bum through the smooth material of his snuggly-fitting trousers. His buttocks felt hard and. I was glad Sam broke up with Simon. She hadn't been this much fun since fifth grade. Brenda continued her climb until she wrapped her legs around my waist and pressed her bare tummy into mine."Well, look who I got," Brenda cooed. "I need a hero," she sang. She wasn't moving around to my back. She started to slide down. "I'm slipping. Hold me up!" she demanded. I reached around and grabbed her with both hands. "That's better," she whispered. "I feel so safe now." She kissed me. It wasn't a.