Faith leaned down, and moans into my mouth as our hips find a rhythm together, and we dance to it.Faith (who is a natural screamer like her mother), a...cidently lets out a small yell as she has her first orgasm, and I freeze, looking to the two at the top of my bed. Mom is tightly spooned up against Sarah's back, and her fingers are absentmindedly tracing up and down Sarah's torso. Despite this, neither woman seems to be awake yet.I look back up to Faith with a warning look, and whisper, "If you. I posture up yet again, my naked breasts slide against his rough denim, and encounter his finger on my lips. I kiss it. It turns over and unfolds, that demanding palm again. I remain there, my lips at his hand, unzipping my skirt and sliding out of my undies. I hand them over, one by one. Naked under his desk. His plaything. The drawer closes, the tiny click sound it makes as he eases it shut feels dangerous. The finality of my surrender in that click.I stay there, my cunt growing moist as I. As I pulled out the readings, Fleetwood Mac again began to sing. I stared at the pile of creased, stained photocopies. I picked up a stapled stack of sheets. My eyes floated lightly over the quarter-memorized words on them.I spent the morning thus reading. The words in the articles entered into a dialogue with ideas half-formed in the back corner of my mind. A trance fell deep over me through lunch and into the early afternoon as, occasionally, I quietly sang a line or two of something mellow. It's a slight blur, getting from that moment to the one where he pulled my legs over his lap, leaning one knee against the seat in front of us. My blanket was unfolded, flipped and settled across us, from my chin down past my knees as he curled me into him. I sighed as his fingers caressed my bared nipple, and the other hand slid up beneath my skirt, along my thighs. In moments, his long fingers were inside me, his thumb rubbing that tiny bud, driving me into a frenzy. No kisses were shared,.