"You're wet..." I whispered. She nodded kinda nervously. "It feels nice," I said. "To me too," she answered, a little jump in her voice at the end as ... dipped a tiny bit inside her to bring out more of the slippery fluid.Just minutes earlier, laying next to her in her bed, all the school drama and her stupid boyfriend being a dick led us to this conversation about whether it would just be better to be with a girl. We'd both thought about it but never shared it with anyone. I was stroking her. As I look at her side of the room, memories of the previous night come flooding back. Part of me is convinced I had dreamed the whole thing. Bringing a hand to my mouth, I tentatively lick a finger. The taste there is not my own. It wasn't a dream after all. I lay back down on my bed, it is too late to attempt to catch the end of my lecture class. My mind is trying to make sense of last night's encounter. I'm asking myself question after question.Do I tell my boyfriend?Do I want it to happen. I don’t move. I don’t want to move. You feel like heaven. I only want to stay still and bask in the feelings of perfect pleasure that I feel from being deep inside you. I could stay here in this place forever and be happy. I can feel your pussy flutter around my cock, the intense warmth making me sigh. I lean down and we kiss passionately, pressing lips together as our tongues entwine, moaning from the pure lust we are feeding each other. As we kiss I grind on your clit, and you moan loudly.. He was still new to the thought that she didn't care if he was drinking beer, and here she was asking to have one with him."Yeah. Sure. I've got four, and it probably wouldn't be a good idea to drink them all myself, anyway." Good thinking." She laughed and said, "Now, let's see where you hid them."Rob swam to his hiding place and reached through the cattails, doing his best to keep his knees from digging into the mud on the bottom. He pulled out two beers, and then turned around."Just stay.