. . Carry.I lay down on the full size bed and pulled the comforter over my nakedness in case someone knocked on the door. My hand skimmed down over my...taught abdomen and I raked my fingers through the suitably trimmed pubic bush. Having a full head of thick black hair seemed to carry over to my bush, it too was way too much, so I had kept it trimmed if for no other reason than gym class and the snide comments of my overly hairy nature. My pulse was thrumming as I thought of Carry masturbating. Except that today, he wasn't himself. His abortive attempt at making love to Susan the night before had not only left him frustrated, but it had stripped the veneer of his pride right to the quick, and he would've been happier had the Sayers waited another day or two before moving in.As it was, he'd been drinking since morning, and it was now moving toward late afternoon; the fact that he wasn't stoned out of his mind surprised him; he'd consumed damned near a fifth of vodka, besides getting. Like this." God. Well, none." Yeah. Instead, you get me ... and if you play your cards right, perhaps more." I do?" You do. You're having trouble here though. You want to come, or talk?"I whispered back. "Come."Steph's giggle was lecherous. "I thought so." She turned from me and carelessly licked down my chest and stomach until she reached my pubic hair. She turned her face to me and raised her eyebrows. "Yes?" Fuck, yes!" I thought that, too."She stopped stroking then, instead picking up the. "And you Simone, you ought to go round this churchall by yourself." What an awful idea!"Nevertheless, however awful the idea, it aroused her curiosity, and she went in by herself whilewe waited in the street.Five minutes later, Simone reappeared at the threshold of the church. We were dumbstruck: notonly was she guffawing her head off, but she couldn't speak or stop laughing, so that, partly bycontagion, partly because of the intense light, I began laughing as hard as she, and so did SirEdmund.