One day, I was over at Ayana's house. It was after school, and she was dressed in what she has on right now, as a matter of fact.
She said she was going to put on some shorts and a tee shirt, and she turned away as she started pulling off her top.
And there she was, with her long, slender waist. That white skirt riding high on her hips, tightly gripping her ass, her panties showing through the material - her pretty legs. All I could do was think about touching her.
I already knew about her. She'd let it slip one night, and she made me promise not to out her to you guys. She was really scared that I'd tell. If she'd only known all I wanted to do was touch her.