I walked around making certain there was no mess. Rachel rang the doorbell just after eleven."Hi." Hi," I responded. She was wearing a tee shirt, tiny...shorts and running shoes. I took her gym bag. "You look lovely." Thank you."We were both nervous. I gave her a little kiss."Thanks. Is there any of the white wine in the fridge?" Let's look." I put the bag at the foot of the stairs and took her hand. It was a bit moist.There was a half-bottle. I fetched two glasses and poured. "To us!" To us."I. I was waiting to hear the sounds of vomitting, and was surprised when he sat down and moved his sneaker covered foot under the stall and tapped it twice, before pulling it away! I did the same with my bare foot, and he whispered what I was into. I told him I was looking to suck and he asked if he could join me in my stall. I said yes, and moments later he was standing in front of me, taking his pants off! He was skinny, brown shaggy hair, and when he dropped his drawers I seen he was neatly. That's where the similarities stopped, though. The bare shoulders and the clavicle were more delicate than Jake would have guessed. The arms wrapping his chest were long and leanly muscled, with barely any hair covering the strong forearms. Jake's eyes went to the spot just above where the sheet began, where a slight swell indicated the presence of... breasts? Jake's brain backed up enormously. His eyes roamed the rest of Ryan's body, taking in subtle swells and curves. Stunned, wide eyes. With each passing minute, her heart rate slows beneath mine until I roll away, pulling her face-up, dipping to brush her lips, basking in our feverish connectedness. I stroke her hair. Taste the heat behind the kiss, our tongues duelling at first, then lazy, her arousal once more drifting between us.As our lips ease apart, she smiles. "Thank you." You're welcome."I crane my neck to catch a glimpse of the clock on the bedside table. "I should get going. No rest for the wicked."Sliding off the.