For moments I did not respond - startled she had asked me first. Tears sprang to her eyes in perceived rejection as a look of utter devastation began ...orming upon her lovely face and began streaking down her cheeks. I shifted my other hand and reached into my coat pocket, managing to open the engagement ring box with one hand while still concealed, then, I drew it out and said"You Beat Me To It!"Due to our busy schedule, and attending classes throughout the summer and her parents busy business. “Privacy Mode,” she instructed the console. She took off her nightgown and draped it over the back of the chair. It was convenient for answering her door, so that was its permanent location between washings.Pulling a box out from inside the headboard drawer, she picked out a wide stretch belt and draped it around her skinny waist, then fastened it, pulling the straps as tight as they’d go. Her body was starting to buzz already from her sexual anxiety and the squeezing sensation of the elastic. So the night was going well, everyone fairly hammered enjoying Led Zepplin and passing misc d**gs around talking about hockey, and other topics sure to be forgotten by sunrise. I found myself quite often alone with my new female friend talking about personal current passions, and issues. Following each other to and from the rest room as girls do. Then rejoining with the guys for more relaxed discussions drowned out by smoke and bass thumps. I started to notice constant contact between me and. We had met as neighbors and quickly became good friends. We would regularly play with each other sexually in our teens, generally this involved rubbing each other's clits with our middle finger sharply until we orgasm while watching some porn or talking about men we fantasized about. I really wanted more, but it simply never went further. Even though we both expressed always being so wet we would have to change panties regularly and could usually feel our juices drip down our legs. So I was.