She Said Innocently
The Wet Spot Began To
A Lip Of Her Cunt Slipped
She Ran Her Hand Along
When She Got Halfway
She Tucked Her Lip Back
A Group Groan Went Through
Mike Said Deadpan In
She Smiled At Mike
I Mean Yes Of Course
If I Remember Right
She Took Him By The
Brian Thought As They
Sit There For Now And
Clare Was Pulling Out
Brian Looked Almost
All The Other Men Of
And For Us Ladies It
If You Get My Drift
I Guess They Got A Little
Maybe Some Coffee
Some Coffee Would Be
She Stood Up And Went
Brian Went Down The
He Saw A Couple Of The
He Saw Both Men Grin
Brian Went Back To His
As He Walked In He Saw
She Half Turned And
| . God! I thought, still speaking in my mind to Jack, is this how you feel like Billy does now when your beautiful Chinese tailor makes a move on you? A lyric from an ancient sixties song older than I am ran through my brain: If you can't be with the one you love, then love the one you're with.
His lips were like satin...and I wasted no time in opening my mouth fully to probe him with my tongue. Ohh, Jack, I thought privately to my absent lover...I'm going to fuck this young man...a mere boy compared to you. "Like the way I feel, Billy?" I whispered, again turning my face up to his. "Hmmm? Like the way I smell? Hmmm? You wanna' kiss me, Billy? Sure you do. Kiss me...now, Billy...please...," I requested. His salty taste rekindled the fires in me that had been banked so cruelly in the morning and I clasped one of his thighs between my legs so that he could feel my heat. He gasped at my tongue's contact with his chest and moaned, craning his head skyward as he did so. I closed my eyes, lay my head against his chest, and sighed. He was extremely tense, and I felt his knees trembling as we embraced. "This is a whole lot better than your fantasy, hmmm, honey?" I murmured, turning my face toward him and licking softly twice the sweaty crease above his sternum...would you...please...hold me?" I asked, mewling the question in my throat and looking up at him. He stepped forward, slowly, and awkwardly surrounded me with his arms...and I grasped him around his taut waist, pressing my full breasts against his tight abdomen. I reached out and touched one of his pectorals, fluttering my fingers across it, which caused an audible groan to escape from him.
His skin exuded moist heat against my fingertips. "Mmmm, Billy. He put down his Coke and stood to full height. God! he was gorgeous...what a ripped body! I thought, drinking in his hairless, tanned muscles laced with thick, blue-green veins. He stood in front of me, nervous and breathing heavily, as I scanned the firm, chiseled planes of his Anglo face, at the bottom of which his full lips were parted to reveal perfect young white teeth." "Well," I said, putting down my nearly finished drink and placing my hands beside my hips as I leaned against the counter. The vodka had done its job and I felt that my ears were red, with the blood thrumming in them. "When did you stop being a peeping Tom that way?" I asked, quietly, satisfied that we'd had a breakthrough, as would any concerned, understanding therapist. "Two nights ago," he whispered. "Just before I started the job here. I still do!" Sipping my drink and feeling the effects of the vodka warming me, I asked, "Did you touch yourself, Billy? Did you masturbate? Did you jack off when you watched me?" I probed, lewdly, remembering the majestic sight of him cumming against the tree in my backyard the day before. Can I have a Coke?" he asked. Thor followed him inside. I crooked a beckoning finger to him over my shoulder so he'd follow me into the kitchen. As he sipped his Coke we made small talk about the remodel project and I made myself a drink. I descended the stairs and saw Billy on the front lawn, teasing Thor with a stick. As my eyes swept over his lean, muscular body I hesitated one second, then knew what I'd do...and no amount of guilt now or later would prevent it. Should I take a pill? I wondered. No, I told myself, that won't help. Coffee? No, that'll only make me shake. Just go downstairs and listen to some music! That'll calm you! Yes! Frank's not here to turn it off, as he always does! I then lay down in the bedroom and got some real sleep. At about 3:45 I awoke and it was quiet outside. The workers had gone, leaving only Billy and his dog, Thor, to keep watch, according to Jack's instructions. My right hand was asleep, having been stuck down the front of my cutoffs, since I'd dozed off while stroking my clit. I quickly pulled it out and switched off the monitor, looking up at Billy, who returned my glance with a penetrating gaze that indicated far more knowledge of human foibles than one might expect of a youth of 19.
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