Once the sleeves cleared her hands, the shirt fell to the floor around her feet. He pulled the bra straps down, pulling the cups off her breasts. He f...ndled and kneaded them with both hands, steadily keeping his eyes on hers."And you probably think I don't remember what it was like trying to look at you like this ... faces inches apart ... trying to keep my eyes on both of yours at the same time..." Mace..." She squirmed her hands behind her and flipped open her bra straps. Stained with raw. She'd been wondering for almost a year if Tanya would like to fool around a little. They were good friends though, and she didn't want Tanya to hate her. Tanya, for her part, had never thought of another girl in a sexual way. Ken saw that it wouldn't take much for her to start though. Tanya was a very sexual person, just very private about her thoughts and feelings. He felt a lurch and time seemed to telescope. It only lasted a second, but during that time, he realized that the combination of. And the blonde on the lawn. And the ghostly touch on my neck. Out of the corner of my eye, I see her as she nods to herself as if she has made a decision. She closes her pad, walks slowly but purposefully toward me. She quietly sits beside me on my bench. Doesn't look at me. Just sits there a minute. Then: "She's amazing, isn't she?" she asks without prologue. "I'm sorry?" "That girl on the lawn. You were fantasizing about her again." "I... what?" "Fantasizing." I pause, stare at her, taken. Sex is great, everything's great. No complaints in the bedroom, making her cum was always job 1 (it's not a job, it's the best part, imo). A few years go by, we hit a rough patch and split up for a couple month or two. I sleep with some more girls, all multiple times, all with no complaints. I even go back and sleep with my first girlfriend, who is actually married at the time (I know, I know) to a guy that had a much bigger penis than mine (she told me when they started dating), but it didn't.