They would approach the same situation differently, she imagined, and maybe it wasn’t such a good idea that she show up.And then came a more practic...l reason for not showing up—it wouldn’t look very good for an A-List poet of a major publishing corporation to show up at a rival’s party. She had been included in the trade when Breakthrough sold out. She was part of a corporation now, it seemed, and no, it certainly wasn’t bad getting a lot of money for poems she herself didn’t appreciate all. His lips were still on mine kissing, biting, pulling and sucking. He left my lips and started kissing his way down my neck. Soft delicate kisses followed by gentle nibbles. The heat between us building, I could feel his cock now rock hard, his balls full and swollen were pressed against my pussy lips. By now there was a dark patch of wetness on my deep purple satin shorts where my pussy juices had soaked through my panties, an identical patch of wetness outlined where Shans balls were nestled. She loved to play in the woods with us, but was an avid reader as well.We went to colleges in different towns. We texted now and then, but we only saw each other sporadically. Laura had developed into a beautiful woman but she remained like a sister to me.After college, we both moved back to Atlanta for work. Several times a week we’d text about how much our new jobs sucked, about some of the creeps at work etc. We lived and worked in different areas of Atlanta and didn’t see each other that. She spread her legs, and emptied her bladder, still full from her breakfast, enjoying the freedom to just pee wherever she liked and at the same time strangely turned on by the possibility of a stranger watching her.Glancing around, she reached between her legs where a trickle of piss still ran from her labia, and slid her fingers between her slit, beginning to feel once more, inside of her tingling little hole, itching for the sweet relief that she had been denied earlier in the morning. Her.