Maybe you could come over and I could, you know, maybe, practice on you?”“Fuck Lavee, that’s taking this thing to a whole new level. You sure yo... want to go there?”“I don’t know. But I’ll be honest, irrespective of what happens, of late I think of you a lot and I’d like to get…you know….more …. like …. Intimate with you.”She was blushing hard and wouldn’t make eye contact with him. As for him, the blood coursed through him like there were a million race cars driving round and round in his. It didn't take much convincing to get us to go. I got dressed up for the party. I had a tight pink blouse that I tied into a midriff, the knot resting just under my breasts. I didn't wear a bra, and only one button was buttoned on the blouse, which made my breasts almost spill out of the already struggling fabric. I put on a very tight pair of Daisy Dukes that I cut so short that my ass hung out of them. For convenience I put my hair into 2 braided pigtails. Jenna said that my outfit was "cute". When finished, they showered again.When I arrived home Saturday morning about 2:30 am, I was surprised to find Alex's rental car still there. I went in and they were sitting on the couch watching an old movie. Alex had wanted to stay and see me and thank me for his wonderful evening. He was genuinely touched by what I had let him do and said he could never repay me. He told me the story of his and Dee Dee's history in high school and how much he had wanted her, and when we had gotten. And there's not a night that goes by when she doesn't fantasize what she and one of his henchmen, Vince, did together in that mansion. It was one of the most explosive sexual experiences that Rose had ever had. And afterwards, it was Vince who had helped her escape from the DeVeal Mansion and live to tell the tale. He saved her life that night.Standing there, reminiscing the adventure and sweet, hot sex she shared with that man, Rose's temperature started to rise. Dirty thoughts swam across her.