I soak in the view. Tonight, she's wearing a long-sleeved black-and-white striped shirt, leather jacket, tight red skirt, and open-toed black heels. S...e catches me looking over at her just as she's about to take a sip of her drink. Her pink lips touch the tip of her cup, and she smiles into her drink, her eyes lingering on mine for a couple seconds too long. My lips curl to smile back just as she turns around to a tap on her shoulder, giving me a perfect view of her skirt-covered ass. What's. ”“If you could oblige me in both areas, I would be more than grateful and could return to sanity and my work.”“I’m amenable to both,” agreed Inkie. “I’m tasked with a mission that may require some assistance, but that can wait until your freedom is obtained. How many concerts are needed to ensure everyone who wishes may attend one?”*Author’s note: Background for this segment may be found in the story Don’t Blame Me! http://storiesonline.net/s/13564/dont-blame-meAs it happened, four concerts. And knowing you to be truthful ... yes, I believe it." I don't know why I told you that – I don't usually talk about it." I'm glad you did. Emma ... I've been wondering ... I mean ... this isn't a date ... is it?"She cocked her head, watching him, neutrally. "What are you getting at, Dennis?" It's difficult. We're friends, right?" Of course." What if ... I wanted to maybe be ... more than ... friends?" Knowing what I've just told you?" That? That has nothing to do with you being a very special. God it was so arousing. I should have busted open in my pants a few times I was so hard. I always liked what we did and she liked the treatment I gave her as well, but it was one night we pushed it a little further. Everything was going well. We were over at my brother's house playing some music and just hanging out and smoking and drinking. Cassie was acting like her usual self after smoking a bowl. She put herself all over me and I could not keep my hands off of her, but it seemed like she.