Damn I didn’t even realize it was so hot and stuffy in there. I looked at Shelly trying her best not to look irritated in her khaki Capri pants, gre...n knit sweater, and golden blonde hair, her frame almost identical to mine. She just looked at me and tsked. I just looked at her and rolled my eyes ‘Like if I haven’t hauled your ass out of many bars on plenty occasions.’ Damn she acted like I did this all the time. I was always the designated driver. Alcohol never really interested me. That’s. "Would you please stop babbling! "Look! I listened to what you've had to say! Now, it's your turn to listen to what I have to say!" "Alright?" An apprehensive Jo, within the midst of the sham of a stifled sniffle, meekly replied, "Okay..." "Now, as for our friendship is concerned! Please! I need you to understand that you have nothing to fear in that regard! Believe me! I don't want to lose your friendship any more than you do mine!" "You don't?" "No, Jo! I don't! "Our friendship is as. I laugh softly. I begin to cover her body with gentle kisses. I want to be easy on her. She demands more. She seizes my face in her hands and pulls it up to hers. The yearning is redoubled. Behind it the fear still remains. She kisses my mouth and feeds me her tongue. Chills run through me. Anne does not make me swoon or lose myself. I want most of all to feed that yearning. Her little hand is dry and smooth once more. She takes mine and guides it between her legs. I feel the heat radiating. It hadn't taken long, sitting way in the back of the bus, to get to know Cindy Lou really well. First, lots of conversation, lots of listening, lots of stories about the navy and college, lots of gossip about her girlfriends and what sluts they were. Before she realized what was going on they were kissing and David could smell the cherry cough drop odor on her breath. HIs hand drew hers over to rub his hard on in his pants. She hesitated just a little. "No, please, Mister." He smiled as he let.