Lily reached back. Our tongues swirled together waltz time, first between our mouths, then in hers, then mine. The only sound was our breathing, stran...ely synchronized. And I could feel her arms around me, practically dragging my body closer to her as she lay back on the bed. “I want to feel you on top of me,” she whispered. She pulled my shirt open so we could touch, skin upon skin. My thigh slid between her legs. I felt her wet sex pressed against me, leaving little trails of moisture on my. He looked towards the front door and he could see the panel with bell-push buttons: about eight, in two columns; separate apartments, he guessed. There were lights in several of the upstairs rooms, but only one downstairs. He was about to leave when he saw the silhouette of someone in the room: and there was no mistaking the fact that it was female!Like most adolescent boys, his hormones ruled his head. Maybe she was undressing; or even naked, he thought; so he had crept closer to see what he. "What do you mean?" I spluttered, now looking into her smiling face."You know perfectly well what I mean! You have had your eyes up my dress for the past half-hour or so. You can't deny I've had some effect on you; I just have to look at your trouser front. Hell Tom, you must be some size to have a bulge like that, or are you like some men who stuff a pair of rolled socks down there to make themselves look big?" She replied still smiling.Now I've never heard that one about the socks, why would. I’d really like it if you’d tell me about any adventures you have ... it will only make you sexier as far as I’m concerned. And fair is fair. There a few other women here in town I’d like to lay.”Sure enough, that Sunday after church, Polly got asked out by two men. One was her age and one quite a bit older. She accepted both for subsequent nights. She was especially aroused all three nights as she coupled with Steve late each evening. Sunday because she’d been asked out; Monday because it was.