." "Smith," I provided, suddenly nervous. "Right, Mr. Smith. I'm sorry to bother you, but I have a problem I need to talk to you about." "Uh, sure," I...stammered. "Come on in." She entered my abode, I think trying to hide her lack of interest in my scarcely thought out living quarters. I wasn't a slob, but I didn't make much effort at keeping the place well put together, either. "What can I help with?" She paced away from me, clearly not enjoying what she was about to say. "Well, I know I'm. I felt bad about lying, but I usually kept my occasional dalliances to myself, except when they joined into the fun with my girlfriends and me. "But things are looking up, now that I am looking at you," I complimented her.She laughed at my corniness, and sitting on the edge of my desk flashing her black thong at me, she leaned forward to give me a peck on the lips. "That's why I love you, you know that?" Her eyes sparkled as she looked down at me. "Because you always treat me like I'm the only. (She reminded me of Alicia Silverstone, so I'll call her Alicia here.) It was still an hour and a half before the salon opened for the day. Lisa and Alicia kissed and I took notice. Alicia was a 5' 4" blonde with green eyes and a great figure as well. She was wearing a blue floral print one-piece oriental-style dress. She had a demure, kitten-like smile, wore light makeup and dark pink lipstick. Her blonde hair was hanging past each shoulder, some laying on the front of her shoulders, some. You will always have that special place in my heart. As if in slow motion, your lips move towards mine. Gently your tongue presses my lips and I grant you access. Your tongue sweeps into my mouth and dances against mine. Your arms pull me tighter and I feel your hardness poke into my belly. “Mmm, Baby” I moan into your kiss. Without breaking our kiss, you raise me up and carry me into the bedroom. “Baby, I can’t wait any longer. I need you” You lower me down and start kissing me again. I pull.