They both came from the same world, knew the same people and, for the most part, they knew what to expect from one another. When they’d gotten engag...d, she was in her first year of law school and Damon, having earned his MBA a year earlier than expected, partly because of an unspoken sense of competition with his cousin, Simon, was on his way back to his father’s company to take up his position as protégé. He was twenty-three years old and family friends, acquaintances and various big names in. "What do you mean by that?" she asked, as angry and ... yes, hurt ... as she'd ever been. "Why are going around braless? Your nipples are sticking out like erasers. And did you wet your pants?"Karen looked down at the growing stain and realized she'd been oozing since since school. She looked up at Marilyn, a scared teen once more, but for only a moment."Fuck me," she said, successfully slamming the door in the confusion."Hey! You'd better talk to me!" Marilyn shouted at the closed door. She. . ?" she stammered." A lesbian?" I offered, "Not really, I like men and women both, and I really like you Brigid, I mean, I really like you." She turned away again and dried her hands on a paper towel. When she turned back again I was right in front of her. I brought my hand up and lightly brushed her florid cheeks, then ran my still damp fingers under nose. I let her get a good smell of my pussy. I watched her nostrils flare and her eyes widen as she breathed in the aroma of my cunt.She. I was thinking of ways to break the silence when Nadia repeated her spectacle of earlier that evening. She wrapped her arms around her knees and pulled her legs toward her, once again exposing her white panties beneath her black miniskirt. Only this time, she didn’t hold her knees together so tightly, but instead let them widen slowly until she was sitting cross-legged with her raised skirt and a full view of her white panty-covered crotch. “It’s very nice”, said Nadia, grinning at me. I wasn’t.