“Charlie,” I cry his name in a lustful call, wrapping a hand around him, to bring him into a kiss. I can feel my emotions boil up, the urge to cry...is on the brink, the telltale signs are all there, but the tears don’t spill. The tension builds higher. I know I’m near my orgasm. Charlie moves his mouth down, captures one of my nipples, and suckles on it, as he drives into me with long, deep strokes. He isn’t moving fast, but with need. I lift one of my legs up and over his shoulder, resting it. It was fabulous. There were all kinds of things to do, and no end of cute studs to flirt with. Her skiing was so-so, but none of the guys gave two hoots about that anyway.It was after they got back and sorted out all the holiday mail that she found a Christmas card addressed to her from Stacy.It was very simple."Dearest ElizabethMerry Christmas and a Happy New YearI've been thinking of youKIndest regards, Anastasia"Inside the card was an invitation for "Dinner at Annabella's" Stacy had written. ‘You…you don’t need to be so nervous, sweetie. Of course I will, just name the time and place.’ She looked at her watch, ‘Oh, its almost one, do you want to head up there now, and see if we can get in?’ ‘Ok, lead the way.’ We went up to the room, where it had already been unlocked for us. It was a good sized room, large enough that we could move around without feeling cramped. The florescent lights up above lighted everything perfectly. The room had mirrors on three walls, and the fourth wall. I was mostly stainless steel for support structure ... with assorted wires, bolts, nuts and screws holding it together.So ... a year out of school. Half a year in a wheelchair. I was wobbly out of the cast but there was a street dance with a live band and I was going. Do you have any idea how horny a teenage girl can get when there’s a cast in the way? A cast that starts at the neck and ends at the toes?Somebody was at least getting stink finger before I went home. Yessir!Wobbly ... I mentioned.