I put my hand in her thick brown hair and pulled her face close to mine.Before I could understand what was happening it was Barry’s lips I was kissi...g, and Derek and Amanda were undressing each other. I loved Barry and I wanted him, but I wasn’t done with Amanda.Derek had slipped his hand up Amanda’s dress to pull down her panties, and when he tossed them on the floor, I made my way over to her.At this point the three of us were on the bed and Barry was unbuckling his belt about to join us. As. Then he started to press my hip heavily.I was wearing a t-shirt and a skirt. Then he started to remove his hand , i was relaxed. I thought there was some problem , so only he removed his hand, yes there was a problem . I then saw back , he was missing , in 3 seconds i can feel some one sitting near my seat , it was the same guy who enjoyed me from back.Now i can get a clear view of his face , he was looking smart, he smiled at me , asked me if i came alone.I replied “yes”.Then we turned to. ”“Whatever you want.” I said. Damn her eyes were sexy.“I brought you here with me because my boss is a piece of shit and makes passes at me at work. I told him I have a jealous boyfriend but he called my bluff. I was hoping you’d be that jealous boy friend for the night. I don’t want you to do anything to my boss but show him I wasn’t lying.”I smiled. “Oh yeah, any way I can help.”She smiled and sighed in relief. As we walked to the door I reached over and took her hand in mine. I leaned close. They are mine. This is me. I lightly pinch my nipple. Sometimes it is hard to feel beautiful. I have read the comments sections on Twitter, on Flickr, when I post my pictures. They call me a whore, a slut, a cunt. They call me ugly. They tell me I'm a worthless piece of shit. Even the words they use are hard and sharp and cacophonous: fuck, cock, tit, cunt. I don't care. They are avatars to me. They are blocks of pixels. I love soft words. Pussy is a soft word. Kiss is a soft word. Sigh. Cum..