I’m not beautiful but have often been told that I am cute, and I think Beth is in the same category. We went into her house, and she asked if ... would like to stay for a little while and have a glass of wine with her. I accepted, hoping my voice did not betray my excitement. As we made our way through two glasses of wine each, the conversation turned to sex. Eventually, Beth asked me if I had ever been with a woman before, and I told her that I had not but often fantasized about it. Between unlimited minutes on cellphones and the nightly Skype sessions on the computer, they laugh and giggle and share their lives. I know that Susan's sisters have more to share since we've been married. No, they don't talk about sex all the time. They're actually kind of circumspect about it, but now that Susan's a member of that club, too, I know they've giggled their way through some stuff together.And tomorrow morning we're headed down into Alabama. We have a reservation at a decent hotel. You’re body is hovering over mine as I strip you of your pants and underwear and start to move my finger in circles around your pussy, feeling how wet your are. You close your eyes and breathe out deeply, the scent of your breath intoxicating to me. I put your nipple in my mouth and your arms go weak for a second and you fall a few inches before catching yourself. I slip my finger inside of you and you arch your back for more. Your neck falls back and your breathing becomes faster as I move in. Then I tied a fresh short towel around my waist and stepped out into the tiny dining area."Hi."She looked up and immediately took note of the yellow towel. I thought it made a nice contrast with my bronze skin. And I tried to keep her at ease and started a casual conversation right away. Had she submitted a finished draft of the essay we worked on last week? She had. Did she get a great grade? She did, a B. Great! It's an improvement from the previous paper right? Right! And so on.I sat next to.