I sat up, grabbing his tie and bringing his upper body closer to mine. "My turn," I whisper, milking his fingers by tightening my walls around them. A...wider smile flashed on his lips and I knew—I had made a big, big pleasure-promising mistake. "No," I whisper, knowing what was coming (pun intended). "Oooooh yeaah," he grunts, mischief written all over his face. I tried to pry his fingers off but his free hand went around my waist, over my arm, and over my lower back to bring me closer to him. There were many students from our school including girls.We reached the day before the exhibition and were settled.Two of us were given one room and I and my best friend got one.My best friend had a girlfriend and they were planning to make out it seems and myself and my friend got beer to celebrate that night and his girlfriend and her friend too joined us.This friend the heroine of the story her name was amirta(name changed) I knew her as she was my school but I did not know that she drinks. In addition to the joking relationship we had, we had also gotten into many fights because of our mutual tendency to never back down. I guess you can call it a competitive edge, but it was more extreme than that. Especially with each other. Without breaking eye contact I reached in and turned on the water, then put my hands on my waistband and started to slowly pull my boxers down. Still looking, she completely disrobed and jumped in the shower before I even knew what happened. I did a quick. The dreams I had that night were some of the most intense I'd ever had in my life. I kept seeing Lesley, full and in color. Not the random images that had been running through my head; flashes of color and warmth, but a full on vision of a beautiful red-haired woman, touching me. We lay together in my dream, her hands caressing my face. Moving downwards to caress soft skin, nipples, breasts...In the dream we were together as we should be. It didn't feel strange, but rather a full on acceptance.