Couldn't be. She had to tell him. She had to make him hate her. Only then could she resist these feelings."Yes," she said, her voice raspy. "Yes. We h...ve to talk about that."Once they had decided to talk about their attraction to each other, the next step was to decide where to do that. Both thought of their rooms, and both discarded that idea for the same reason - there was a bed in the room. It wasn't that either one thought anything was actually going to happen between them. It was just that. This weekend I'm done waiting. It's my turn. I walk into my bedroom and close the door. It's beginning to feel a lot like summer. I strip off my white denim shorts and throw them in the corner. Next I peel off my Snoopy tank top and throw it with my shorts. I look in my full length mirror and admire myself. Running my hands over my perky tits, I give both of my nipples a pinch. I gasp as the action sends pulses straight to my clit. Next my hands make their way down my smooth abs to my waiting. I was in the stall for about five minutes - trying not to grunt - when something new entered the stall. Something large and black, something at about head height or rather mouth height. Something hard and long and glistening and ... inviting? My head was spinning as I heard a voice say "You know you want it! Just slip your lips around it!" it wasn't said just once and it was just loud enough for me to hear. And it was said over and over in a monotone like those hypnosis tapes. Over and over .... Erin thanked her. The bartenders name was Bobbi and she came over and asked what we would like.Lynn got a light beer, Erin got a diet Pepsi, and I looked at Erin and said, “Well I can’t get my usual so let me have a Mr. Pibb and Captain.”Erin looked at me and whispered, “You know you CAN have a White Erin right?”“I didn’t want to push it.”As the night progressed Erin got antsy and went behind the bar to bar back. Lynn found Dara and was doing a mom-daughter giggle thing with her and I was.