"Believe me, I hope I will."I then leaned over and gave her a kiss on cheek. "Do you want to go someplace else, where we can dance?" Sure." Holding ha...ds we stumbled to the parking lot, both of us by now slightly inebriated. Once near her car we stopped and kissed abruptly. Her breath had a slight smell of cigarettes, another closet smoker maybe, and her mouth tasted like a thousand old kisses. As soon as I felt that tang I just pulled back and decided to limit myself to hugging, biting and. " Yeah..." I finished working the muscles of her middle and upper back. I moved my hands down to the small of her back and massaged the muscles leading into the upper part of her buttocks. Eventually I drifted lower, gripping her slippery swimsuit with my fingers and kneading my thumbs into her tailbone. Melanie sighed in the pleasure and lifted up her rump for me. It was a very sexy gesture, and it brought back a sharp memory of Patricia doing the same thing for me."Ah, this massage on my butt. She reacted well, even with enthusiasm. That developed a little as the week went on, though not much. The next Sunday they spent the afternoon together, working ahead of where they were supposed to be. The last week of the nine was all lab-work, and if they finished it early they didnt have to come in at all. Or go back to work, even better. For the eighth week they hit the books again in preparation for the final written test. The physical affection held constant, except for the night that. But how could such a beauty such as Sylvia Jules be interested in me? I had long permed strawberry blonde hair, green eyes, I was tall with huge breasts that I couldn't get control of as I walked. I went to see Sylvia every night and watched her perform and every time I thought she was brilliant. When her performance was over she'd look at me and wink. I went backstage and knocked on her dressing room door. When I heard her say 'come in' I walked in. I almost tripped over my feet when I saw.