He collapses down onto me. XXX I giggle and pull back. “Hi, there.” He says. Using the mirror that I have mounted in my locker, I check my makeup and open a couple of buttons at the top of my blouse. Then he traces a finger over my prominent mound, continuing an inch or so along my slit, down to where it disappears between my legs. That seems to make him more anxious. “So you still want to see me?” He asks. What if he doesn’t show up? “Sorry,” he says in a high voice. I had to do some looking.” I said by way of explanation. He reaches for me, and I am surprised as he easily scoops me off my feet and into his arms.
