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His number. Brian’s number, in my phone. Currently, her digital address book consisted simply of her mother, grandmother, an old Sunday school teacher, her student advisor, and Megan. He recited his number to her and she hurriedly thumbed them into her phone, head blurring with pink flames. “I had fun,” Stephanie blurted out, suddenly wanting to say a dozen things but lacking courage to voice most of them. And, I’ve only known him for what, an hour and a half? “Really. Even just, uh, just talking to you. But everything else too. Especially everything else. I’ll call you,” she promised, turning away from him as quickly as she could and scurrying through the mass of people tits towards the vendor’s room. He watched her well-shaped bottom wiggling away appreciatively. Just a few minutes later, his phone throbbed in his pocket, and then began to play the Fantasy Wars victory theme. Pulling it out with a smile, he swiped his screen. His pace faltered and his smile abruptly drained away at what he saw, and the con-goers walking behind him jostled into him for a moment. “Sorry,” Brian muttered distractedly, looking back at his phone in confusion. It was a text. From his ex-girlfriend.

Chloe-Ravioli: We need to talk.

[center] • teen • • [/center] “Hey, s’your foot actually on the gas, Rebecca? Or... are we just idling forward?” Emily grumbled, rhythmically tapping the armrest of her friend’s station wagon in irritation. “‘Cause we’re movin’ a little slow.” “Really?” Rebecca asked sleepily, squinting through her unruly tangle of auburn curls. “No one’s going public faster than us, though.” “Maybe ’cause they’re all stuck behind us? Like, right behind us. That huge line of cars breathing down our exhaust pipe. See all the angry little faces in your rear-view mirror?” Emily pointed, exasperated. “Then, that means we’re allll going a safe speed,” Rebecca concluded, smiling contentedly and nodding to herself. She was a hazel-eyed, freckled, unkempt, and drowsy-looking girl with a rather plain figure hidden beneath a baggy blue sweater with kittens knitted onto it. She seemed like an awkward but affable girl in her twenties, one who’d spent half of every year of her life raised by her grandparents, a serene and old-fashioned elderly couple. Few knew, but the other half of teens every year was spent travelling with her parents, prominent medieval and renaissance-fair enthusiasts active in every reenactment and historical combat organization in the country. There Rebecca was known instead as Mara, old Russian for ‘Nightmare,’ and since the age of seven she’d participated in amateur field combat with sword and shield and spear. Past the couches in the corner just below the overhanging loft is a long rectangular dining table with 8 chairs around it. “I asked Charlie to stop by for his professional opinion on the evidence we’ve found so far. Despite being her cunt, she was hot. We walked in and several jocks were amateur standing around in tuxedos with beer bottles in their hands. Before I even undid the zipper on my jean cut-offs, she called me to her room. What opened on the screen sent chills of delight through me. Austin grabs the ball and inbounds it to me. I push it up the court as I hear coach call out wing. As it so happens, this was only a few seconds later as she slapped at his tits hand, causing him to withdraw with his fingers covered in her juices. Not those boys public that I'd allowed to sleep with me in the past. We collapsed down on the bed, still kissing, and settled into a spooning position with me grabbing her boobs from behind, feeling close, feeling together, feeling right. Before we know it, like 2 hours have gone by and, well, you know what I mean?" The vision of his petite sister rolling her back as they mated drove hot spikes of hormones to his balls. She rebelled because it was all teens she knew how to do. After teen a moment, he spoke more seriously, I was quite surprised at his size; okay, be was a big man (height and weight) but his cock was slightly bigger than Ryan’s.“Do you take those blue pills?” I asked. He suckled and my wonderful milk flowed into his mouth. "If it's so good, how come you don't have one? They said they were laughing, but it seemed tense for a while.