You push her back onto the floor and 'help' her with the removal of her shirt, if basically tearing it off and probably losing some buttons is help.
Your eyes take in the sight of her breasts. Easily DDs, and at 18 they're so perky they seem to float as if lighter than air. You suck the small, delicate areolas at the center of her left breast into your mouth as your other hand strokes the other one.
"Ever been titty fucked before?"
"No," she says in a small voice.
As you you straddle her chest you tell her, "Trust me, you were made for this. Now take your hands and I want you to push breasts together."
"Like this?"
"Perfect," you say.
You're all set to really get going when the computer lab door opens and the late turns on. Startled, you look up only to find yourself laid out on the floor.
"Jane!" Sarah cries out. "Jane, what are you..."
"Come on, hurry," Jane shouts back, grabbing Sarah and hurrying her away.
You slowly pull yourself up. You're not just disappointed, now you're worried. When you reach the gymnasium two officers are waiting.
"That's him," says Jane. A crowd is gathering around. "That's the perv I caught raping my friend."
"Just wait a minute," you say angrily before the officers cuff you.
"Sir, you have the right to remain silent, you have the right..."
You can't believe how wrong this evening has suddenly gone. From the murmur of voices in the crowd around you, you can hear Buck's clearly, "I always had a weird feeling about that guy, even back in high school."
The tabloids of course have a field day with your arrest. But since the overzealous prosecutor can't get Sarah to testify against you, eventually the whole circus dies down. Life goes on for you. One day you're browsing CNN when you come across a headline. Sarah's alcoholic dad had flipped out and burned his home down with his family sleeping inside. You feel guilty that you had a chance to make a difference and missed it.
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