Jacob’s sweet lips touch mine and suggested that go somewhere more private. I tried to compose myself, we said our goodbyes to Tabitha and company a...d we left. We took a cab back to my place. Jacob was sitting so close to me holding my hand. No words spoken. I could feel the anticipation building in my mind and my body. The heat that was between my legs was like a volcano preparing to erupt. The cab stops in front of my apartment building and we enter the private elevator that leads directly. It all started when I was 12 years old. Dallas,Tx 1982-83. My mother was never around due to her d**g addiction but I saw her everyday. In the mornings before school, I would see her out on the corner. Usually getting in or out of someone's vehicle. I lived with my Grandma and everyone pretended like it didn't exist. At the time, I knew my Mom was a crackhead but I didn't really understand what she was doing on the corners all night to the early morning. I think I knew, but I was just naïve I. He's told me so often enough when we've talked. I've also seen the way he looks at me sometimes. Those looks cause me to become aroused like nothing else, and yet, he's never touched me in an "inappropriate" way. And those looks, I just know, are not meant for me to notice, but I do. Oh, do I ever.Sometimes I feel like I'm on a damned pedestal and I hate it. I fucking hate it! I mean, if just having him look at me makes me feel so aroused that my panties are soaked through and through, what. The next week sir again told me to remain behind and clean the change rooms. Again I passed his inspection and he offered me the use of the teachers private change room. In spite of the possible consequences I accepted his offer. As before he soaped me down in the shower recess and I did the same to him. This time however he insisted we wash the water off each other immediately afterwards. Sir leaned me back against the shower wall and his body completely enveloped mine. His hard erection.
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