Not just for me -- for Paul, too." This couldn't be the first time this has ever happened," she said."Maybe not. But it's gotta be rare. And if it -- ...ot awkward, maybe it's true that Paul wouldn't demote me, just for spite. But the club -- people above your Dad, even -- would likely consider just trading me somewhere. They could unload me for no better reason than to promote harmony -- reduce tension on the club." I'd hate that," she said."It could end my career," I said. "Your Dad has his own. " Taking the can from her, I created my own tempting dessert. I made a long line of cream beginning between her breasts and ending in a small dollop at the crest of her mound. Stroking a wayward strand of hair from here face, I leaned down to kiss her. Her full lips pressed against mine. She tasted of strawberries, and I could sense the passion rising between us. "Your dessert is ready, but you're a bit, um, overdressed." After removing my clothes, I bent to kiss her again. The kiss was wet. It was smooth then. These days I have to wax it. And he would get behind me in the cafeteria line and rub his cock against my ass. And he took me down to a quiet place by the lake and taught me how to suck his cock. I'd never done that before." Was that where people saw you?" Yes. We were on the beach of a little cove you had to row to. We got naked and I was sucking him off. Then some of the campers came along in canoes. We didn't know they were there for a while because my head was down and. Even at night I was lying in bed with my eyes wide open and stared at the dark ceiling. A dinner party wasn’t exactly the erotic sex-fest I was hoping for, but it would give me a chance to be social instead of a binge-watching hermit.Saturday night I was sifting through my closet trying to find the right dress for the evening when the notification I set on my phone interrupted me. When that occurred, I realized I didn’t have enough time to waffle over decisions and just had to guess. I wasn’t.