I could almost feel it in my mind, lying there with eyes closed, memory banks turned up to a fever pitch to find that day amongst all the others.I had walked home after practice.The chill fall air had me tingling.My day was frequently overcome with memories of Chicago, of her pure silk panties. The sight of them taut over her bottom and the sensual touch leapt into my mind all day long. They were pink, pale pink, and so very silky.After Math class, I had to duck into the toilet, pull back my foreskin, and dry off the precum that had resulted from those thoughts.Then there she was with her back to me, her white full slip snug across her hips. She was cooking and didn't hear me. I stood and let my eyes roam over the white slip. Yellow brassiere straps doubling the slip's delicate ribbon straps; Barely visible yellow panties, the leg elastic forming arches from under her buttocks up over her hips and the line of the gusset another arch spanning the soft shadow of her crease. Her waist. We did bond right back together like the bobsey twins. But she was still a dork. I talked about boys, skipping school, drinking and smoking pot. Just like those uppity bitches in seventh grade she acted like I was sacrificing goats. She threatened to tell her mother and I told her to go for it.I switched locations for community service and we basically never spoke again. But that summer she confessed her undying love for Jason. It hit hard that my first female friend found out we planned to be together and she went for her one and only chance. He knew how I felt about her. There was no need not to say fuck every chick in a three district radius but keep your dick out of lauren. I was actually good friends with her mom and she apologized that her daughter basically dismissed me. Jason and lauren knew it would soul crush me if she fucked him before me. I would’ve never known if scott didn’t rat him out. He told his brother how pissed I would be if he fucked her. It was his revenge. His.
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