The boys and me had talked about how hot various girl were and one or two of our teachers too. Hot, sexy, cute. Looking back it all seemed silly, like...a game of pretend or a pantomime. I felt hot all over as I flushed. I was on fire and God help me, I wanted May more now than I could ever have imagined it was possible to want except chocolate cake or pudding. May was vintage champagne, and I had never even tasted champagne yet. That was how I felt then, but things were sketchy and uncertain. I. Now in my youth I had used a dildo but the feeling I was getting now was more pleasure than I could ever remember. Liz carried on her oral assault on my clit as she thrust the dildo in faster and gradually harder until we could both hear it squelching . Every time it came out I released a volley of my pussy cream coating Liz's face and making it easier for her to slide he dildo back in.Jesus! I was in total heaven being licked and fucked at the same time. My eyes were rolling back my hips. It was one of her many attractive qualities. It was the same with the way she said “Hello”, a quick sample of her voice, gentle with an unexpectedly charming boyish lilt to it. Standing at my door, there was no smile, no “Hello” from her. She wasn't upset, though. What I sensed in her placid expression was angst; something I had rarely witnessed from her. As I led her into my apartment, a flourish of moments, mostly only scant seconds long, flooded my memory: those connections when we talked,. Some are watching television, some are eating, and others are outside playing or smoking. You are in the kitchen with your mom and a few other relatives, getting caught up with what's been going on in your own lives in between indulging in the usual potluck post Sunday service supper.After several minutes of indulging in rather inane conversation, your mind begins to wander and you find yourself indulging in one of your favorite mental exercises: trying to picture as many of the female members.