Even from this distance, the distinct scent of the rice wine reached my nostrils and conjured up more than a few associations I had with that particul...r smell."Sake? It's a good vintage, it might help calm your nerves" he stated, more than asked as he poured an ample quantity into my flat saucer-like cup. I didn't touch it, I didn feel like drinking. I didn't want to drink. Not right now" Alright miss Jones; I want you to slowly recount your story for me, once more please. From the start this. We met on the sheets, our naked bodies touching skin to skin, and the temperature in the room rose by several degrees.“If this is what stealing a tomato leads to, I’ll have to start stealing your food more often,” Wes said, laughing when I tried shoving him off of me. He descended down, his lips meeting my neck, kissing up my throat.“I’ll steal everything from you,” he said huskily. “Most importantly, your heart.”“Impossible,” I said with a smirk. “I don’t have one.”“But you do,” he said,. We now had her wishbone style, with her legs spread and one of her feet in each of our laps. We tried to keep the conversation going, but having two men (or one man and one boy) rubbing her feet was giving her too much pleasure to allow her to concentrate. She now had her head draped back over her chair, and was outwardly purring at our touches. Zack commented on her ankle bracelet and she and I had a laugh when she told him that he would really love it if he only knew what it meant. I noticed. I looked at her in shock, to which she responded, "What? You never noticed me checking you out when we'd all be in there watching tv? You never noticed that I'd wear really tight dresses when I knew he wasn't here, but I would still come over here anyway? Then she walked to the door and locked it and returned to where I was. Now standing in front of me, she slowly took off her top revealing two small but firm breasts as well as piercings and tattoos that I never knew she had. She pressed her.