There were naked feet on top of hers, fingers traced along her legs, her sides, and toyed with her breasts. The vibrators went from low to high, up ...nd down, she had no defense from the first, second, third, and every maddening orgasm that ripped thru her body. For the most part she felt ignored as the party went on around her, but she knew everyone was watching her. Her body was dripping with sweat, she was gasping for breath as her orgasms raced out of control. She couldn't fight. There were two doors off the lounge to other rooms she assumed.He soon came back with her coffee and a can of cider for himself. She knew he had already had three pints in the pub.He said do you really want the coffee or would you like something else laughing.She said “and what might you have in mind?” He quickly said “well the bedroom is through there pointing to one of the doors if you’d like to see it.”She laughed and said “why not?” He took her hand and led her to the bedroom door, as they. Theidea that a label might define you not just mentally, but physically aswell was intriguing. To this day I think I haven't fully that part andmaybe one day I revisit the story.I had a lot of fun writing about Leon and how he was "haunted bytrouble". Throwing him or later her into the school was like throwing afox into a chicken cob. Especially as Leona still attracts trouble.Part of what makes me regret cutting the story short is an unexploredaspect. Conceptually I had the internal logic that. You gyrated on me as we kissed deeply and ran our fingers across each others bodies. This was something apparantly we both had fantasized about. I reached under your legs and pulled your lower body upwards, kissing your tummy as you rubbed your panty covered pussy against my stomach, then my chest. I pulled your knees to straddle my face as I kissed and nibbled at your silky soft but muscular inner thighs. I could smell the aroma of your sweet musk as my mouth neared your pussy. Your panties.