I knew for certain that I had broken the ice between us. With the floodgates open, we were ready to plunge into the game royally.I let my face rest on...his firm chest. I started caressing his thin hairy pecs and teasing his cute, perky nipples. His emotions were soaring up and he squirmed, unable to bear the excitement. His action on me like smooching, licking and biting became fast and furious.I enjoyed every bit of it. He made me lean on him and hugged me. Again from behind with his hot naked. Sweat was running down his cheeks even though the fall air was crisp. He knew the images from this night would be stamped onto his brain in exquisite detail for as long as he lived. Cynthia moved from the window, turned off the overhead light, checked to make sure her bedroom door was locked, and moved to her bed. Only the soft night light on her nightstand illuminated her room. She propped up her pillows and lay on her back. She closed her eyes, and her hands moved to her sex, already slick. After a few moments Dean moved out frombehind the lectern and could see that he was wearing a black mini-dressthat failed to cover up the suspenders that held up his black stockings.He wore black high heeled slingbacks to complete the outfit. From thereDean began to walk down the stairs, slowly teasing both mermaids andaudience as he pouted knowingly at the camera.Before the next phase became clear, his alarm broke the spell. This timeDean was a little worried. Three dreams revolving around the. I’m sure I’d get to hear all about that soon from Chris.We sat in the auditorium for a bit, us sober ones bitching about the let down of a movie, and Tony and David insisting that it got better for the second half, while still giggling at the dumbest shit. Tony and David were the first to get up and leave, walking out the back door, poorly singing the song from the movie credits. Chris, Tracy, Dylan, and I chatted for a bit longer, but I was really anxious to go. I wanted to get to Dylan’s.