"You're up early," I said."Home late you mean," she said and yawned. I smelled beer on herbreath and now that I was closer, cigarettes in her hair.I ...moldered with jealousy."How was cheerlosing?" she asked, leaning against the wall."Fuckin' sucked, dude. You'll be happy to know I now no longer haveany friends." You're not making friends on the squad?" I dunno. Some of the girls are pretty cool but they're really intocheerlea?"I shut my mouth. Big mistake. Tired as she was, nearly out on. I hold your hand a bit longer though, just letting you know I am in the game.We sit and talk and get to know each other a bit as we enjoy our drinks. I turn up the charm-ometer and slowly work my magic. As we talk and get more acquainted I let my finger gently, almost imperceptibly, trace across your hand. You don't even notice at first, but then I say something about getting us another drink and you cover my hand telling me you have to use the restroom.I take your hand and help you to stand,. As I stood waiting for the kettle to boil, the doorbell rang. 'That was quick' I thought, Alan's not due for another half an hour.I eagerly ran to the door, the ache in my pussy coming back like a storm and the juices flowing freely again. I opened the door and there stood Keith, the teenaged lad I'd met at the swimming pool. This was too good to be true. Two of the best looking men in my life, whom I hadn't seen in ages, suddenly turning up out of the blue. Keith stood there looking taller,. ”Fran fidgeted a little “Did a girl ever do one for you?” she asked cautiously.“No, but I saw some at some parties I’ve been to, they can get pretty hot.”“Okay,” said my sister as she sat on the end of my bed, “tell me. What’s so special? What do the boy and girl do?”“First of all the boy doesn’t do anything except get hot. The girl does the work, the dance which is supposed to turn the guy on. She does a booty shake, some swinging and twisting; throwing her ass in his face then sits on his lap.