"How do we know the bed is solid?"She took my hint. She nuzzled close to me and put one hand on my chest, tapping her finger against my sternum. "Well... maybe we should give it a test run."She guided one of my hands to her bra, which I undid quickly. My other hand found its way into her pants. She was smoother than silk, and heat radiated from between her legs with intensity. I slid a finger down her clit, between her lips, down to where she was already pooling with lust. My finger got slippery. One game after another we play and drink, slowly getting buzzed and having a good time. The conversation is clean and we laugh it up as we talk about nonsense. The lights are dim but you look beautiful and your eyes sparkle with cheer. Your legs shimmer, freshly shaved, and your figure is outstanding. I hold my head high with pride knowing that you are with me amongst all these other well fit young men. A moment comes when I must use the restroom and in my absence a couple of young men decide. As I expected, he laughed until he had tears in his eyes.By the time he left I was feeling less like a grumpy bear, which was good because if I behaved in any way that was less than gentlemanly toward Chrissy, Dad would come down on me like a ton of bricks. And I wouldn't blame him. She deserved to be treated right.The ride to the hospital was uneventful. While I didn't have the desire to have a bike of my own, I sat behind her and enjoyed the feel of being on the beautiful machine that she had. I wiggle my legs. Panties. I squeeze my legs together. No penis, what a strange feeling, just thigh against thigh. I want to leave most of the exploring for later. I guess I’d like to unwrap the Christmas gift, not BE the Christmas gift.But I can’t exactly help myself. I feel myself up and down, over top of clothing. Her little pajamas couldn't be any softer. Expensive, silky, and so thin I can feel my skin right through them. I feel across my chest, the slightest little bumps of her nipples..