.. but she didn't, instead her mind clouded and she remembered Charles sitting on the same couch and stroking himself until he was almost ready to cum...then she would get down between his legs and take him into her mouth and finished him off, swallowing his cum and then licking him until he was hard again then he would bend her over the back of the couch and fuck her until she screamed for him to stop. Thinking of those wonderful days she moved just a bit to her right so she could watch her. " Didn't you tell me you were wanting to decorate your room with seashells?" asked Marissa."Yeah," answered Cherie, "I've got this one wall that I want to just cover with shells -- that is, if I can find some cool ones." Well, as soon as we finish dinner, I've got something to show you."The three continued to talk about Cherie's school and friends she was making, and Lynette's book, but the girl's attention was solely with the librarian."I'd give anything if I had the talent to write,". All those women dancing together! It seemed impossible that such a place actually existed, that it was real, that there were hundreds of women there like me. The fact that all of this was just five minutes away baffled and excited me.But I couldn’t possibly go there, I thought. Who would I go with? What if someone I know sees me? After months of allowing the fear to hold me back, I could take it no longer. I had to see this place for myself.One Saturday night, I convinced my friends I was. I smiled back. All I knew was something was going right.The Friday after the state show, I was walking back from my last class of the afternoon, hoping against hope that I had time to get a couple books out of my room before the blue rubber band went up. It was a late afternoon class, and I didn't always get back in time to get some books out for the evening. This time, though, I didn't have a problem with the rubber band itself; my stupidly-promised, albeit very effective, two-month celibacy.