” - Coco Chanel The evening begins to descend upon me as the shadows shift closer and closer to my work space. I am aware of the inevitable event...that is about to unfold and the irritating feelings of lust about to commence as my fingers shakily press my keys in efforts to finish my work. The warmth in my pussy scorches with intense desire and pulsates- hungry for fulfillment only obtainable by one woman.I exhale raggedly and focus my energy onto my computer screen and gather my thick brown. The hug seemed unnecessary, until I realized he felt warm. I wrapped my arms around him and said, “No.” He tried to let go of me, but I clung to him because I had just realized I was hugging my very first totally naked man. I was too distracted to pay attention to what made him a man. That is to say I didn’t try to locate and feel his penis with my body. I just had fun rubbing my naked skin against his naked skin.Eventually, he pried me off of him and then started the physical therapy he’d had. "Can you get this to your publicist? Thanks!" Then she turned confidently, whipping her long hair about, and strutted back to Joey. She took him by the hand, and after a couple goodbyes, the two teens walked hand-in-hand down the street towards the Metro station.Tricia stood silently, leaning against the car, baffled by her own reaction. She didn't know what happened. She just stood there in silence, holding a business card and watching that girl's fine ass swishing as she walked off in triumph. John could feel Stephanie’s warm silky flawless young skin against his cheek. The rhythm of Stephanie’s soft hand gently stroking the back of his neck soothed him and calmed his sobs. Stephanie’s words kept placating, consoling and subtly encouraging John, but encouraging him in what way? In what direction? “John you deserve better….” Followed by…”You need a girl who really cares for you and understands you….” And….”John you’re a special guy and Joyce just doesn’t know how special you are….”.