We actually have a great conversation and havea lot in common with music and stuff we like to do, and she tells me her new favorite movie is 300! I th...nk kickass! Now, I step my flirt up to 11. I sit right next to her and open up my body language telling her subconsciously to help herself, I find any excuse to touch her, and find moments to make eye contact and smile. I can tell she's enjoying the attention, but she kind of backs off and says, " I know I'm here because of my friend, and you. When we were alone in our house we walked naked, unashamed of our nudity, in fact we were so comfortable with our bodies that we would willingly respond to our needs, pausing in the middle of doing some chore to caress each other, which inevitably led to our making love. Amalie began to express her love for me in a much more open and unguarded manner and I did the same for her, we were so comfortable in our oneness that it was inevitable that I should eventually express my desire to take our. . unless he had been listening at my door all night since I fell asleep hours ago?I didn't speak, just waited for him to speak again, when he moved closer. I felt his hand touch my leg over the duvet, and then quickly he slunk his hand under the covers touching my bare leg, slowly stroking my ankle, upwardly kneading my skin toward my thigh, when I pulled away fast. What was he doing? "Don't try to move. You won't get away from me little girl."My heart leapt into my throat and I can honestly. I looked over, and she had taken off her bikini top. She was so fucking hot, and my cock started to stir in my shorts. I looked over to her and said, “You keep that up and you may not get a chance to go inside before I fuck you.” Taking the bottle of tanning oil and pouring some in her hand she said, “Maybe I don’t want to go inside. Maybe I want you to fuck me right here.” When she said that, my cock jumped to attention. I got up, went to her chair and sat down on the side. I started.