We had met when we were both in our second year of college, working diligently at our pre-law studies, although she was a big political science nut. S...e had started out as just an experiment, some college fling. After all, I still thought I liked boys. She knew she loved men, but somehow we couldn’t get enough of each other. Chloe was the outgoing type, not quiet and reserved like me. She was bubbly, exciting, always the life of the party. It was only obvious our relationship should have. I heard a squishing sound as she guided me into her center. God, what a sexy sound. Once I was positioned, she grabbed my ass in her hands and pulled me into her. In one motion I was down to the root.I'd thought there could be nothing better than her mouth. Once again, I found out I was wrong. SHIT! It was so wet. And so warm. And so silky. And so tight. And I was home, right where I belonged. I felt a tap on my shoulder. "Are you going to just sit there or are you going to move?" I wanted to. She never had to worry about being hit on by guys; they were too into each other to bother her, sometimes seeking dark corners for their passionate embraces and sometimes not. It no longer surprised her to see two men engaging in mutual mauling upon the dance floor, their drunken passion rough and ready. It was rumored that there were cubbies to disappear into and discretely continue those passions to their logical conclusions, and she often saw couples of both sexes slipping into the shadows,. Etta could sense that this would be the night that her father would approach her. As excited as she was at that thought, she was just as afraid. She couldn't be sure how this was going to unfurl and she had no idea what her response was going to be.At 10 o'clock, she went to bed, as was her usual Saturday night time. Her mother had to be at her sister's by 11 and Etta had deduced that if her father was actually going to do things with her, he would come up by her as soon as her mom left.For the.