#50362 - Introduction: First of all, I would like to apologize for all the mistakes you will find in the text below, I’m a French student and this is my first story… This story is a little bit long, so if you prefer short story it might be a good time to leave. I wonder what it was, but as soon as I put my hand on her breast, I knew: remember, that during the panic she went to the bathroom, I didn’t think anything about it but now, I sure do: she had took her bras off… I was on her shirt, trying to twist a little her nipples, and then she put her hands on mine and guided them under her shirt. There we talked a lot about her, me, school, friends, the trip, the teachers, tensions with her roommates but what was special that day, wasn’t what we said, but what we didn’t : through all our tour, we almost avoid all eyes contact, because they reflected the only thing we didn’t dare to talk about : us.