Did I want to join him upstairs? Sure. When we get there, he made the call, no joy. "Now what?" And he looks at me with a look that made me shiver, a ...it turned on by how he was eyeing me like he had a week long load and someone needed to take care of that. And then he started talking to me, telling me of his need, and then said, "I need to cum. Let's take turns." And he gives me this look that makes my heart pound faster, and time slowed down from the adrenaline rush, this feeling of disbelief. Marie had to duck her head, faintly ashamed at the thought of him seeing how powerfully he affected her emotions. She nuzzled her cheek against his warm chest and tried to blink back her tears. Would there ever come a day when his approval made her feel only mild satisfaction? Surely she wouldn’t always be this overwhelmed with joy and relief when she pleased him… She needed to get a grip. In an attempt to distract herself, she blurted out the first thing that came into her head: “Are you. " Something about how he said the last part of the sentence had me both worried and excited about what the tradition was, but I agreed, because I thought tonight would be a perfect way of making friends. "Oh, and dress slutty too; it's a part of the tradition," he said to me with a wink. "Oh okay," I said, being no stranger to sex from my high school years; in fact, I was kind of a slut. "See you then, beautiful," he said as he left. I sat down and thought about what the tradition might be. It. We quickly stripped off with much giggling and bumping into each other, which helped break the ice. I then quickly lay down on the bed and Sue and Lynne lay either side of me. I reached my arms out and hugged them both to me and it was Lynne who first leaned over and started to kiss me gently on the lips. I responded and soon we were kissing passionately, our tongues intertwining in our mouths. Her hands were running over my chest and I started to stroke Susan with my other hand, to make.