“Yes! But we’ll both be different people five to seven years from now. How about we save that conversation for later?”“We can stop talking if ...ou kiss me!”I didn’t need a second invitation. As we had the night before, we carefully explored each other’s bodies, but stopped at ‘second base’. We both wanted more, but it would have to wait another six weeks, by mutual consent. When I dropped Emmy at her house, we hugged, exchanged a soft kiss, and said ‘goodbye’. She promised to ride her bike over. She moaned. I moved slowly initially. She moaned and hissed.While I fucked her, I grabbed her ass and remembered how much she liked to feel my fingers inside her asshole, so I introduced my right middle finger into her anus. She screamed. I moved faster and faster, still holding her tits in my hand. I licked them and she moaned once again. She really enjoyed my licking her boobs.I stopped, got my dick out of her pussy and penetrated her again. I repeated that action like six times, and whenever. Maybe the MOST pivotal! Jesus! Don't think that! Come on, let's go!He considered this such an important occasion that he ended up putting on shoes after all: his shiny black dress shoes, no less, to go with his tuxedo. He was trembling by the time he walked out of his room and started walking down the stairs.The four ladies had been chatting about inconsequential things to cope with their own nervousness, but the living room fell silent when they heard his tread on the stairs. Then, when his. For long moments, my smouldering eyes lock with Simon's. His eyes seem to glow with yellow fire, like a lion watching it's prey."Very nice to meet you again," says Simon.I can feel myself melting. I want to grab him and kiss him and make love with him. My pussy is pulsing again. And again, I know that is not the man, but what he represents that is making me hot. Another stepping stone. Another man to give me what I need until someone better comes along.The muttering in the back of my head gets.