I opened the door to the bedroom and Julien was standing at the window with his back to me, wiping his brow with his open hand. “Could you hear me?�...� I asked. “Oh yes, yes. I heard you loud and clear.” He wouldn’t turn around. “Well…that is a little embarrassing. I suppose I’ll have to be careful when I have guests.” Julien still wouldn’t move. “Are you okay, Julien?” “Of course Laura. It’s just so hot in this old house. I was just trying to get some fresh air for a moment.” “You know the window. My mixed moans and screams got even louder as I climaxed, squirting cum all over his throbbing cock. As I did so, I sent him over the edge too as I thrust up into him, holding there with his balls against my pussy lips. His cum blasted deep inside my pussy, as he grunted and moaned somewhat loudly. ‘Ohh yess…fuuccckk’, He half-moaned as his body collapsed on top of mine. I kissed him gently on the lips as he fell on top of me, before he rolled carefully of me and laid down beside me. I knelt. Despite the drinking age laws, there was no shortage of beer, wine, and booze.Soon, it was time to time to decide who manned the booths. I don't know how it happened, but my name was down for the "tummy kisses". It was a variation on that old game where two people went into a closet for seven minutes, except I was to stay in the "closet".The day came, and I was feeling no pain by the time rolled around when we were supposed to start. I was drunk. Everyone was by best friend. My first visitor in. “I need your help,” I said. “Would you mind walking to school with me while these two keep each other company?”“I guess,” he reluctantly replied.Dennis and Dimitri set off ahead of us, but kept sneaking peeks to make sure I wasn’t beating Michael to a bloody pulp.“Michael, you think I’m gay, don’t you.”“Of course, everyone...”I looked him in the eye. Michael is mildly autistic, the consequent single-mindedness a significant asset to his scientific pursuits. It also means he’s inclined to take.