Then her tongue between my legs prompted me to dive into her folds myself, licking up the mingled sexual juices deposited there. Kirsty, naked as I was, crouched in front of me, diving face-first into my crotch. “See you at dinner,” he said insolently as he grabbed his pants. Instead, he did exactly as he was told. His enthusiasm was infectious, and I don’t blame him for being excited about the situation – no doubt the exact fantasy of a fair few boys in our school – but if he blew his load too soon, it would spoil the fun. He took on that familiar expression of delighted amazement: he was taking in the raw, stunning erotic beauty before him. And so the four-way tableau of coupled young bodies was complete. I was having far too much fun. What the fuck are you doing here?!!”
“Wanking, of course,” I replied calmly.
