”I looked at the year planner on her office wall and thought about my options for a minute or two. While it would be very good to be able to carry a...few days forward to 1976 – I knew that I’d want to go to Jen and Hamish’s graduation in the summer, and there was some flat-hunting to do once Julie moved up north, for example – I didn’t really fancy flogging all the way up from Brighton the weekend after Christmas, just for three days work and then a Bank Holiday followed by a Friday at work when. Not until right then, anyway.Damn, I had to think about her date. Up to then, I’d been happily oblivious to the actual day’s events. I had a stroke of sanity, looking across the Jeep at Nicki beside me and thinking that it should be Addie there. What the hell was I doing? I almost had a brief spell of mild panic, wanting to call her and call the whole thing off, have her come home. I probably would have, too, except there is no cell phone service way out there in the middle of nowhere. We were. " He grabbed the hem of his t-shirt and off it came . As I said earlier, Phillip wasn't ripped, but he was in pretty good shape from sports. I slid off my skintight jeans slowly, teasing a bit. His eyes roamed over my breasts and my flat stomach and lingered on my lady bits that were still covered. Luckily, I had paid attention to all of the details. I was a curious high schooler, I had watched some porn, and I shaved everywhere, so my pussy was smooth and hairless. Phillip slid off his pants,. This was not hurried or frenzied. It was slow, and torturous, like a fire being brought to life. Little kisses and bites are trailed from my ankle, up my calf, the back of my knee, to the inside of my thighs and to my sensitive hip bones. “Ohhhh…” I moan out, while he licks and suckles. His tongue darts across my clit, my inner lips, and back to my inner thigh. I am dancing on his tongue, twisting and turning, completely and utterly breathless. “Stewart.” I manage to moan out his name. My voice.