She took a step closer to Stephanie. “It’s not you!” Stephanie hurriedly explained, a trace juicy of panic appearing in her college eyes. “It’s, my anxiety, it—” “No, you’re right,” Kelly mused, the hint of a smile flickering across her face as she seemed to regard Stephanie in a new light. “I keep forgetting, I guess, that you’re not just… well, that everybody has their reasons, I ‘spose?” “I d-didn’t mean that I don’t—” But a hand had already found its way around the back of Stephanie’s fluffy pink head, and the shy girl was unable to finish as Kelly pressed in and stole her lips. The abrupt moment was nothing like the kisses Stephanie had shared with Brian. The other girl’s face was so much smoother, her lips softer, almost pillowy, even—but the biggest contrast was a subtle flavor of impatience that came across. All of it was nice, it felt good, in a way that was making that glow of warmth rise up within her, but that startling raw need she felt from Kelly was just such a marked difference from Brian’s steadfast and cool kiss. The butterflies she felt within her tummy were frantically beating their little wings in flickering flashes of pink and red, and Stephanie rocked unsteadily on her feet. Sucking me in… It was as though there was an empty space, a void existing within this girl, a vacuum that Kelly was desperate to fill. The taste of her, the sensation of the bold girl’s tongue darting inside her mouth, the strange way it made the flames inside of her twist and curl—all of these pleasant distractions swirled together into a dazzling pink cloud that almost kept Stephanie from noticing the sound of the door to their hotel room opening. Stunned, the girls turned in unison from their kiss to see Brian standing in the sexy door of the hotel room, holding a plastic bag distorted by the shapes of takeout boxes within. A simple white tee hung down to a pair of navy blue gym shorts, besides which he wore only a battered pair of running shoes and a slight sheen of sweat. His tousled hair was even damp, and the mere sight of him was accompanied by a sudden spike in temperature deep within Stephanie. Oh… Oh! Oh my God, we were…! “Th-th-this isn’t what it looks like—!” Stephanie exclaimed guiltily, staggering back from Kelly. “I—she—we were, th-this was, it was—” “Oh c’mon, it’s a little what it looked like,” Kelly muttered in a sly tone, and flashed Brian her trademark devious smile. “We were just getting a little experimental —oops, I mean, trying out this little experiment.” “A m-mis-misunderstanding!” Stephanie giggled, “It’s, in anime, uh, l-like in an anime where—” “No, uhhh… yeah, amateur it’s cool,” Briah coughed, looking away because he couldn’t hide his grin. “I, uh, I shoulda knocked or something, I just didn’t want to wake either of you up, in case you were sleeping in… do you girls need another minute?” “No, no—come in, please,” Kelly invited. “Looks like Steph’s all done taking advantage of me for now, teen anyways. What’d you bring us?” Taking advantage of you ?! “Ah, breakfast?” Brian offered, hefting up the bag containing several takeout boxes, and he entered the small enclosure of their hotel room, pulling the door shut behind him. “Wasn’t sure what you girls might like, so I picked up breakfast platters on my way back.” “That’s… honestly really cool of you, I didn’t really mean… well, thank you.” Kelly said, sounding caught off guard. She cleared some space on the dresser beside the TV for him to set down the cartons. “We were gettin’ all kinds of hungry… weren’t we, Steph?” “Y-yeah,” Stephanie hastily agreed, trying not to stare at Brian but unable to stop from savoring the sight. Hungry… Seeing him again, there was something deliciously sexy about Brian’s every mundane little detail, a sort of rugged, bishounen aesthetic. He somehow seemed so masculine, yet he wasn’t really burly or beefy in the slightest. After the second trip everything was in the bedroom and Mary began putting all of the new clothing away. I kept teasing him. She shook her trance and replied; I groaned as she began to suck my cock. I countered with, “The low card loser can forfeit at any time and drop out of the game. Nathalie sexy and Greta leaning over the convulsing Kora. I loved it. Rob pick them up, wiped cleaned all four cocks and made sure the four loads of cum had soaked into the red lycra. We were very close, and did everything together. is that i wanted all of what he had inside me. i almost screamed at him to make me his bitch and that i wanted to be his little wifey. As she slid her hands up his pants she scooted forward on her knees until her hands reached his crouch. A guideline, not a hard set of rules. She just curled up on the couch with some hot tea and buried herself in a book. Most of the conversations between girls, to start with, were about the amateur men’s erections. She had become an instant pariah once Stephanie spoke to Anthony and found out who had told him about her and Zane. She told me she would get a motel room and I could do anything I wanted to her. “Fine, fine, get yourself cleaned up. After dinner I drove, she had fell asleep on the way home. He lived in Boston and juicy sent college a check to support his abandoned wife every month, while he pursued his other romantic interests and worked there. Extremely frustrated, I needed more to drink. All the girls were sterile! She limped on the bed and cuddling his son's head joined him in bed. She opened the door slowly and listened to see if her aunt was up yet. She continued with a small, nervous smile on her face. My pussy clenched around Wahida's thrusting teen digits. Each night, the girls took turns sleeping with me, in my bed. Jon said that as it was our last day Vicky and I could decide. "I do love the sound of that. “All right, Miss Georgetta,” said Barney.