4This story is called theatrical because of how I first met my friend, if you haven’t already done so I would suggest reading that series first.I wo...e the following morning still tingling from the previous night’s activities, I reached out sideways across the bed and found nothing, I looked around and there was no sign of my friend, then I heard the sound of the shower and breathed a sigh of relief, I had lost contact once before after he turned my world upside down, I had no intention of. ’ ‘No rush.’ She lay back down and resumed her gazing at the multitude of stars. ‘Fish is nearly ready.’ I said after a while, twisting around the stick they were impaled on. Lisa didn’t answer, she was asleep. I sighed and took the cooked meal from the flames, laying them on a plate. As I picked at one I took the opportunity to look at Lisa. I had been right, she was a stunner, everything in perfect proportion, and these beautiful eyes! I shook myself. This was no time to be falling for her.. I liked him. Liked him a lot; I wanted to be his girl. If it meant letting him feel me up, I'll let him. I was tired of the silent treatment and besides it wasn't really sex.I turned around and looked up at him. I said, "Sure, I'm sorry; let's not fight." He leaned down and kissed me and right there in the hall his hand went to my breast; he gently worked them and we French kissed. I was beyond myself. I could not think. There was a connection between my nipples and my vagina. I mean the more. His pubes were mostly gray and surrounded his groin. I reached and played with his ball sack which hung heavy, then gently pulling him to me so that his cock could go into my mouth. As soon my mouth engulfed him, he started moaning and his member growing in length and width. It still felt somewhat soft, allowing me to adjust to its thickness.I felt the bed shaking as Craig climbed on top of Stan to ride him. I felt Stan’s hand playing with my ass, then give it a good slap. “How’s it feel Earl?”.