" She commented, turning back to her closet. "And do youwant pink stretch pants or white tights?" Um... Pink or tights?" He hadn't thought about that...."Are thetights thick or are they the see-through types?" These." She tossed him a pair from her dressed right next to thecloset. Putting his hand into one of the legs he could tell it'd besemi-transparent and that the stitching had flowers and shimmerythreads in them."I'll go with the pink pants then." He said, tossing the tights backwhen she'd. She didn?t find it quite as interesting as some of the other local news, but it was a degree of celebrity that many doubted that she would get when she had told them her plans. She felt some vindication. Naturally, both living in the same area, they had not lost contact with each other. They spent plenty of time together, even though they now had plenty of other friends. Summer was a bit freer on the surface, sexually speaking. She dated a succession of men, usually dumping them when they. Gradually my eyes travel upwards to find your flushed face; expectation and lust blazing forth like a neon beacon from your starring pupils. Slowly, teasingly, my hand slides beneath the pleats of my too short flicky skirt, nails trailing across excitable flesh as they seek the lace barrier that prevents you viewing me in all my soft, shaven, self-moisturised glory.Trembling, my fingertips delve between skin and fabric; tugging, easing, sliding the unelasticated lace down my hips, feeling the. ”“And then you fucked her into next week?” Elyse laughed.“Something like that! She was fun, and we also spent some time talking.”“You and your talking,” Elyse sighed. “Sometimes it’s better just to shut up!”“In this case, no. We talked about relationships, sex, the differences between men and women, and the differences between High School, college, and older guys. She had some interesting things to say about age differences that might come into play in the future.”“The ‘creepy’.