“Nope,” she replied, almost dancing up to his desk and then plunking down in one of the chairs. “Better.”“Better than sex?” Dervish asked ...n disbelief. “No such thing. I know you think chocolate is great but...”“Better than chocolate!” Octavia cried – then scrunched her nose up. “Even better than Earth chocolate, much less the crap they call chocolate around here.”“Come on now,” Dervish teased. “You know as well as I do...”“‘It’s molecularly equivalent in every way!’” The two friends finished. I took another deep breath and exhaled as Steve stepped closer to where I stood, clutching the bed-sheet which barely covered what needed to be covered. He took off his cowboy hat and placed it on my head. He didn’t say a word, as he put a finger under my chin and more or less, forced me to look up. Even in the darkened room, I could tell there was a seriousness about Steve and a passion in his eyes. He leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on my lips, an easy going, “I like you,” type of. Just in time. I reached down and started fingering Amber, amazed by how wet she was. I couldn't take it, I needed more. I pulled Amber up and kissed her mouth. It was wet with Melissas' juices. She tasted different then Amber but the same. I told her to suck my cock which she did, licking down around my balls and back up my shaft. I looked over and Melissa was fingering herself, legs wide apart, and watching Amber suck my cock. I told Amber to lie on her back and for Melissa to ride her face,. She was in Portland, so there was no danger of running into her there. Almost as an afterthought, I realized that I probably didn’t have enough money, and I started digging in my pockets in order to take financial stock of the evening. I had a twenty and a five. The sitter would take care of the twenty… I’d HAVE to pay her for two hours, minimum. I racked my brain. Monday. It was $4 domestic bottled beer night. I could just make it… for one beer, plus a tip. Tomorrow, the auto-payment on the.