You have a new neighbors. Yesterday your parents invited them over. They have a son same as your age. Only yesterday it ended a bit more s3xú@lly then you expected with him. You barely knew his name and his hands were already all over you. You decide to talk to him and ring his doorbell. "Are you busy?" you asked him. "For you never, come in" He said. You walk in and his parents was not home. "Look, I want to talk to you about last night." You said his hands were on your thighs. And he asked why with a smirk. "We should take it slow" You said. "That's not what you said last night" His big hands move under your skirt holding your hips. He chuckled. "Darling if you really wanted to talk you would've wore und3rw3ar."