I don’t say a thing. He moves his mouth off of mine and kisses my neck. His right hand snakes up to the right side of my face and pushes it to the l...ft. The left side of my face is buried in the duvet. He’s devouring my neck and sending charges throughout my body. I feel his frame move down the bed and he’s nuzzling my breasts through my turtleneck. I feel the bottom of it being slowly raised. I feel it cool air on my exposed belly and his tongue drifting and skipping across my abdomen. He. “What?” she asked.“Just ... never mind.”She laughed too. “Good odds for meeting girls.”“Uhm...” I blushed. “I have a girlfriend.”“So?” she winked.“We’re...”“Engaged?”“No.”“Pinned?”“Nothing so ceremonial.” I shifted things. “What about rehearsal?”“Classes are later. Seven until nine. There’s one tonight. I’ll pick you up at six-thirty.”“Uhm...”“Your address?”I gave it to her.After school I called Carol, my girlfriend. She was plain and chubby, but we got along well. We took each other’s. I have something sexy to tell you. You listen and you just might learn something." That ought to be good," said Angela. "Me, a black girl, learning something from you, a white bitch. I mean really. And about sex, to boot. Really, Sharon. You Pettibones are just too fucking much."The black girl rolled up her sleeves and gave Sharon a wink. It was all in jest of course. The two girls had come together because whenever one or the other of them discovered something new in the way of sexy behavior. ” He raises an eyebrow, “You know what it is don’t you?” “No I don’t.” “OK.” He licks his thumb and runs it over my lips then pops it into my mouth, “Can you taste it?” “Nope.” “Well,” he says as he flops down on the couch. “What? Tell me.” “Well. It kind of tastes like cum.” “I haven’t sucked anyone off!” I rub my lips with my finger and sniff it. “I know what it is!” He grabs my hand sniffing it, “What is it?” “Well I had a paper cut and I put some anti bacterial stuff on it. But.