Fifteen years old.

​     Eight of them in Nini Banclear's house because her parents both worked on Sunday. Adam made out with Mary Anne Meyers in one of the back bedrooms. This was somebody's home, so they weren't allowed to sit on the beds themselves.

     The bra had already been unclasped, and Mary Anne's breasts had already been well fondled.

​     "Debbie's going to be here any second," Mary Anne said as she gasped. "I got to get home. I'm in enough trouble as it is."

     Adam sat on the floor with his back against a wall as they sword-fought with their tongues and he rubbed her titties.

​     "Fuck it," she said, then got off him long enough to pull his dick out of his jeans. She slipped her panties off, then climbed back on him to plug him into her. Never even removed her skirt.                                              ​           She was obviously going for a quick climax, so Adam figured he'd better, too. She squatted like a frog and held her ankles while she bobbed up and down on him. Then,

     HONK! HONK!

     "That's Debbie!" Mary Anne exclaimed.

​     "Well...Well..." Adam still had a couple of strokes to go, and the honking distracted him

     He went soft inside of her.

​     She rolled off of him, slid into her panties, and rose to her feet all in a single, fluid motion. It was like she was some kind of acrobat or something.

     "But I'm not...How am I supposed to..."

     HONK! HONK!

     Mary Anne grabbed her purse as she ran from the room.

     Her parting words: "Beat it!"

​     What other choice did he have? As he finished himself off, Adam looked out the bedroom window. A neighbor in the yard next door burned a pile of leaves. From where he sat on the floor, Adam couldn't see the fire itself, but he did see a lot of smoke and ash. A small bit of leaf burned as it fluttered in the gray autumn air, emitting a deep, red flame before going completely out.

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