Your hands reach for my young breasts, taking one in each, and you start to knead and grope them – and at the same time, to even more powerful effect, you kneel between my legs and your mouth brushes against my labia. I am softly moaning, writhing slightly on the desk, lost in a sexual daze. I think I’ve always known that I’m a lesbian, and certainly for the last two or three years. Now you are unhurried, as you want to make this special, truly memorable. I think I have a good ass and legs – the boys at school are always saying that admiringly, though of course not realising that I’m not at all interested in having a boyfriend, but still it’s nice to have confirmation.
