The half-lit rooms, swoopy ambient electronica, and friendly people; it helped ease my reticence.Nursing a glass of wine, Elodie introduced me to many...people and I struggled to remember the whirlwind of names. Little room to move, bubbly chatter rose over the music, spoken at speeds that made it incomprehensible. As people spoke, my eyes wandered. I stared at the fiery-haired force of nature, all gestures, and an expressive face. Sat on the sofa, she wore a loose strappy printed dress that. In my own profession, I have done poorly. I am still, in what amounts to an entry level position as a submission editor. I read books that are submitted by new authors and pass those that are noteworthy to the next editor. The next editor makes the final decision as to what work is passed on to the committee that makes the decision if it is published or not.It is, at best, a boring job. Even so, as awful as most of the stories are, many of them, with some help and encouragement, could be worthy. My fingers journeyed closer to her tight, wet, pink pussy. I outlined her perfectly shaped lips and heard her moan in satisfaction. I smiled to myself knowing that this was just the beginning. The two fingers slipped inside of her slit, making there way in as far as they could go. ‘Oh god yes, Ronnie. Fuck me with those fingers.’ I wet the other pointer finger and found her succulent clitoris and began to massage and play with it. She began to fuck my fingers for me, pushing her pussy deeper. I wasn't the only one. Every guy in school wanted to get into her pants, but, as far as I know, all but one failed. Karen was a year younger than me and one grade behind. When I saw her in the halls between classes, I invariably got a hard-on. I don't think she was intentionally a prick-teaser. She dressed like the other girls but she filled her clothes out better than they did. For example, her ass was absolutely mouth-watering when she wore the tight designer jeans that were popular at the.