They talked amongst themselves and as he started putting moves on her she let him. At one point he was rubbing her thigh but that's as far as it went....She got the guys phone number and he left. On our way out she told me to try and call Doug. Yeah, she asked me to call the guy that used her like a whore to ask him if he wanted to fuck her. So I go to the pay phone, there were no cell phones in the late 80's, and call this guy and ask him if he wants to meet us back at our place. I returned to. All I knew was that it had been, shall we say, fulfilling? I wonder -- if it was dill, did it make my -- uh -- pucker -- pucker even more? It didn't feel like it.But getting back to the pamphlet, what about Worthington? Had he ever read it himself? I mean, supposedly he had been trained for his position as NiS coordinator by this Federal Office of Social Awareness thing. Maybe he slept through that part of the course. Or, maybe he had his own agenda.The question was, what could be done about it. Dexter was attending a damn good school. I wish I were that smart when I was his age. I waited for Dexter’s call. When he finally called, I was excited but toned it down. He asked me out for a movie. They were showing Spiderman Three at the movie theater. I showered, put on a sexy dress, and went out to meet Dexter. We met at Loews, the big movie theater in downtown Boston. Dexter arrived, wearing a black leather jacket over a red shirt and blue jeans. He looked totally hot. We went in. I. I kept exploring her back and reached the point where my thumbs were touching sides of her both boobs.She anticipated my advancement and raised her hands up and I gently removed her gown. She helped me in buttoning my shirt and removed it. We were now naked from above. I took a gasp while looking at her boobs and moved my head up to see her. Our eyes met and she held my head and brought it to her breast.I started kissing all over her boobs and around it while my hands were on her hips. I sucked.