She met my gaze, smirked apparently at her own thought, and followed it with a soft purring voice: "Or you could just fuck me hard right here in your ...ffice, and we can forget all this book nonsense". I was almost shocked at her directness, and before I could even form a rebuttal, her lips were against mine and we were embracing passionately. Those red lips were so much softer than I ever could imagine, and those soft first kisses sent that familiar electricity of our first meeting up and. I was in love with this girl, my best friend. She eventually started showing signs she felt the same for me. Holding my hand, gripping me close to her, resting her head on my chest when tired, and kissing my neck softly now and then. It was incredible. Every afternoon Samantha and I walked together to the tire swing in the woods. One afternoon she didn't show. I became concerned. This wasn't like her. After looking in the usual places she would spend time, it dawned on me to walk to the woods.. My head was starting to swim a little. I was glad to feel the vodka setting in. I was standing, wearing my bra—red—along with my gray mini skirt and the thong I had underneath. Even in my heels he towered over me as he stripped to the waist. If I could’ve broken away from his stare I would have been drinking in the toned muscles of his chest, his flat, sculpted abs.His hands then reached behind me and unclipped the bra, tossing it aside. He pushed my shoulders down, forcing me to my knees, and. She followed suitand went aboard as well.Markus opened his eyes. "And now we're even." When he looked howdistressed Andrea was he immediately wrapped his arms around hercomforting her. "Sorry...i shouldn't have done that." Now that he was outof the water, he could see her fairly clearly. She had pale blue skin,glowing yellow eyes, and a mouthful of sharp teeth, probably as a kinkyshow of power to be subverted. She had webbed hands and feet, and thehair she wore was pitch black. She was some.