“I’m going to go home now,” said Joey. Occasionally, he would jerk his leg because of the building pleasure inside him. I leaned back on my hands; he took two of his fingers and stuck it inside of my warm, wet pussy. I was not going to wear underwear. I thought to myself, “Did he see my breasts, or was that a coincidence? Then, I could feel it getting closer and closer. When Joey stood up, I could see the bulge in his gym shorts until he quickly hid it. We stared at each other for a few minutes, examining the differences between genders. I moaned rather loudly, I could hardly breath, and the shaking over my body was almost too much to bear. Our house did not have locking doors so the usual routine was to pull down my pajamas under the covers and rub myself off. First his shirt, then his pants.
