After dinner, we decided we were both a little too tipsy to even think about rock climbing, so we picked up a few comedies at the video store on the w...y back to my place. Once there, we curled up onto the couch as ‘About a Boy’ played in the background, and continued talking with one another in the candlelight. We talked about everything and about nothing, I showed him the scar above my knee from when I’d cut myself climbing that rickety fence in my neighbor’s backyard before falling to the. Sometimes Stephen was much too quick witted for me. I was trying to recall all my thoughts on the subject while watching him in case he was making fun of me. My original plan was to make it a game, but I got derailed as soon as I opened my mouth. I'd hoped to somehow avoid talking about 'why'. It's just... Oh, I don't know. It's complicated! He looked me in the eyes. "I don't know about that. What would your father think if he overheard you calling me, 'Daddy'?" "I wouldn't call you 'Daddy'. “Oh, it’s Gary!” she said and answered the phone and as she talked I looked at her body. So perfect, I began to rub one of her nipples together as she talked and it made her a little nervous. “Oh, I ‘m here with Lisa, from the retreat” she said. “We’re just having some wine and talking” and I smiled knowing the truth. “Okay, I’ll see you tonight” she said and hung up.“Gary is working late tonight.” She turned to me and said “can I tell you something?”“Of course” I said. “You can tell me. My fingers start to follow the paths her hands had taken all night. Tantalizingly teasing me, leaving no place untouched, except for the delicate little places I was dying for her to feel. Those nimble fingers brushed against them tauntingly, leaving promises and growing desires. Awaking sensation after sensation, I grind my ass into her, encouraging everything she wants to give me. Her nipples had pressed into my back while her hands were just below my breasts. I felt her thumb rub against.