It was in the middle of September, and I was out riding my motorcycle on a late Friday morning, when I first met Diane. I was starting to get hungry, ...o I was heading North through Santa Ana, planning on going to this little sandwich shop that I knew over by Chapman College in Orange. I had first discovered it when I was driving around with Donna the year before. The sandwiches were good, the prices were low enough to be affordable for the college students that mostly frequented the place. The. We’re in the same position. My hands begin to stroke her stomach and then move up to her breasts, caressing... squeezing... I’m glad to feel her nipples stiffen between my fingers and even happier when she starts pushing her arse back into my swelling erection. I kiss my way up and down her neck, nibble her ear (she moans) and reach between her opening thighs. Within seconds my eager fingers are soaked and I feel her pull her buttocks apart so I can slide beneath and under them. Then I’m inside. What she wanted, she said, couldn’t be done in either of our rooms. When we got to the barn, she sat both Kyle and me down on a hay bale and got down on her knees in front of us.“This isn’t the same as a proposal, but it’s the only place I can be where I can see both of you. I want you both to be able to see me when I tell you I love you. I love you. And I want to go steady with you.” It was a bit of a surprise, but I figured that one day Aubrey would want to declare that she was with Kyle in a. Not the worst response. I told her that if she was feeling lonely, I’d be willing to come over and make her happy, and less lonely, with another wink. She replied, “Oh … how would Christine (my girlfriend at the time) feel about that?” I explained that we were on the verge of breaking up too and that I’d be willing to end it for some kinky sex. She told me she was shocked that I’ve never expressed interest in sex (to her knowledge) for all those years, and that she’d think about it (with a.