I managed to get some good laughs, Erika even had tears in her eyes, when I ended. I felt happy and warm – I had almost forgotten Craigs words and his heavy arm that wouldn’t let me go.

It was then, when I felt his left hand right between my legs. His touch hit me like an electric shock, my spine straightened to the max, pushing my breasts forward against the garment of my blouse. I pressed my thighs together as fiercely as I could, but his hand had pushed a trigger, which started slow waves of soft pain from my belly down to my groin, I felt heat building up, and the inside of my thighs getting so sensitive, that my pressing increased the heat, this tension that grew, till it was no pain anymore … When he whispered into my ear: "Spread your legs", I could feel his breath in my neck, causing goospumps and sparms of electricity in my nipples.

I had to move my thighs apart just a little bit, just so they wouldn’t touch anymore. This was the moment, when he slipped his hand into my skirt quickly, getting his long fingers right at my crotch. He pushed my panties aside. "Mmh, I like my bitches clean shaven", he whispered. I was utterly emberrassed, being a Muslima, I started removing all my bodyhair at an early age, which caused lots of sneering from my classmates in ***** when showering after sports. And I was still selfconscious about it. This and just hearing the word bitch, brought another heatwave over me. Never had a man called me a name like that before. Maybe I gave in for another inch, I don’t know, but Craig started playing me. And he knew how to do this too. Pressing the right spot, stroking my outer lips softly, then pinching them all of a sudden. "Now", he said in a hoarse voice, so close, that I thought he was inside me, "I won’t say that again, bitch. Spread…", stroking, pinching, one finger convinced its way in between my swollen lips, "Your…" he could feel that I was wet, and made good use of it,  „Legs." By the time he was finished, my knees were well apart, like a cowboy's sipping on his whisky in a Saloon.

"Oh my god - what am I doing here", I thought and indeed it seemed as if I was thinking for the first time this evening. Before I had been all emotions, fear, when the man was aproaching after he found out, I was staring at him. Disturbance, when he ignored me. Shock, when he started playing with me. Pure exitement, when he smiled at my little story and, yes, I had to admit, lust, when he touched me. No one had noticed so far, I was still the smart, witty student among her peers, more or less respected, just a normal girl, one even lucky enough to look better than a dustpin. But now I felt that I was about to cross a boarder, which wouldn't allow retreat. Just like when I climbed up on the 10-yards-diving-tower when I was still a *****. I was looking down then, the blue water miles away, knowing that it took just one more step and I'd be free falling, with no chance to change my mind anymore. I didn't take this step then, I climbed down shamefully, hiding from my laughin friends.

And now? I could almost feel the dampy air rising up, from between my legs, smelling like pure sex. "You can do better than that", Craig said louder as he had moved his lips away from my ear. So loud, that I was afraid the others could hear it. But no one listened. I was all alone. And now?

to be continued...