Oh, one more thing, Mary Anne is, and always will be, seventeen.Oh, one more thing, Mary Anne is, and always will be, seventeen. Teaching Mary Anne 1: Mary Anne's Gift "What ever you want to do." Mary Anne said. She brushed her long straight blond hair back with one hand and smiled. I let one of my hands roam over the broad curve of her ass, caressing it. She didn't seem to mind. She traced the outline of my rigid cock with her forefinger through the tight fabric of my jeans as we walked along the darkening trail. She was giving me a gift, before leaving for college. I'd always wanted her to give me head outdoors. As her departure grew near, she seemed eager to try new things, to cement our relationship by indulging my sexual fantasies. A cool breeze blew over the deserted football field. In the distance. several hundred yards off, the high schools parking lot was a puddle of light in the darkness. "Where should we do it." She whispered, her breath warm in my ear. "How about out there, in the open?" "No." I said, surprised by her boldness, but enjoying the image nonetheless. She had made the suggestion that we do this tonight. I'd talked about it, but hadn't ever thought it would happen. "We can be seen from pretty far off here. It should be near the woods." "Not in the woods." Mary Anne said, casting a glance over at the murky line of trees lining the field. "They scare me." My cock was hard and hot in my jeans. After roaming around the football field for awhile longer, I stopped caring where we did it. "here's fine." We were just off the path that ran along the field to the up to the high school. Middle aged couples routinely walked its length, but not this late. Usually. Mary Anne dropped down, squatting before me, her knees pulling her red print dress out, her white blouse reflecting the moonlight. |