” He walks to the kitchen and gathers pieces of cheese from the fridge.The increasing desire was getting to him, the desire to push this girl down o... the couch and take a bite from every part of her deliciously shaped body. He needed some distraction, if only for the now completely hard arousal to calm down, if it even was possible to calm down.She leans back disappointed. “Damn, did he do that on purpose?” The evidence that she excited him was there. Or maybe he just got aroused, not. .ever.Of course, their offer came as we were doing another round of shots given to a bunch of us by the bartender who stated it was last call, it was 3 am so closing time was upon us, K and I were definitely drunk, quite frankly I just remembered M driving us in K's car towards his place which happened to be very very near our building, I am not stupid I knew what was going to happen there, so I told K that we should go home and asked M to take us home and I would pay for his cab, but it was K. . So?" said Lisa."So, it was months before I kissed Brandon!" Jane said.Lisa stared at her. "God, no wonder you broke up with him. What a wimp."Jane frowned. "No, I mean, I didn't let him kiss me."Lisa rolled her eyes. "God, no wonder he broke up with you." I don't think that's accurate," Jane said uncomfortably."I do," Lisa said. "I don't know where you got all these Puritanical values from, Jane, but it's a different world now. You can kiss on the first date. You can fuck on the first date. “Mmm, I need this,” my youngest said then kissed her Black friend on the lips.My eyes bulged as my eighteen-year-old daughter kissed Rita with enthusiasm. It wasn't a friendly kiss. It was full of passion. Their tongues fenced. They moaned, my daughter's hand groping Rita's breast through her blouse.“Holy fucking shit!” I gasped. My wife was worried about our eldest daughter being a lesbian, and our youngest was French-kissing her friend.“Mmm, save some for me,” moaned Courtney. She sat down on.