We were desired, and we could make others and ourselves very happy. Chrissie and I were very comfortable in our sexy new roles with these sexy new men... Just a few days earlier, I had been the nayest of the naysayers. It felt very good to be wrong. It also felt very good when the couples separated and Jack took me to my hotel room, kissing most of my lip-gloss off in 20 minutes of eager smooching. My panties were an early casualty and my dress left the field soon after. Jack had me on my back on. There was that word again, Love. She had never said that to me before, or I to her. She had said the magic words to me, did they have any meaning? After all, she was orgasmic at the time. Love, it was the trickiest and most mysterious of all words and concepts, it could mean so much, or so little. It could come in an orgasm and depart in a disagreement over decision making styles. Nothing could be more glorious than the finding of anew love, just as nothing was sadder than the closing of Love’s. Oops, I know you won't because she doesn't even put out." I jumped off the bed, and rushed at the door. There was an instant of actual panic that crossed Bri's face. It was just a split second when she seemed to realize that maybe she'd pushed things too far. Then the door slammed shut, and Bri was gone. But the damage had been done. "Bill..." Zoey started, tears brimming in her eyes. "What the fuck was that?" "I'm sorry," I said. "I didn't want to bring you here. You insisted." "Don't. One smacker straight on the lips, then another, a little slower, then her lips gently opened and we kissed deeply, passionately. Our tongues danced together in each others' mouths as if they'd done so hundreds of times before. Her soft mouth like silk, her gasps and sighs gentle yet intense. She shifted a little on me, adjusted her long skirt, and pushed her crotch down to meet the unhideable bulge in my trousers. I could feel the heat of her sex next to mine as she began to grind.