We danced with Mark but we changed the way we danced. Britt and I danced with each other for Mark. We watched him watch us dance. She was now my girl....We knew this would be the ultimate turn on for him. Britt and I danced close and touch each other. We were getting turned on dancing with each other, other people noticed and so did Laura. We kissed lightly at first just laughing. But it felt good for both of us. We looked at each other and both went in for a French kiss. She tasted so sweet. I. I'd end up being late for work and I can't let that happen. Marge is going out of town for the weekend. Can I have you?" Promise that I'll still be alive come Monday morning?" Why would you ask that?" Haven't you been trying to fuck me to death? It sure seemed that way last night." I promise I won't hurt you — at least not too much." How about I pick you up here about six-thirty and take you to dinner?" Okay, but I get to pick dessert."I had two jobs that I needed to finish by the end of the. By now one hand had slid into the top of my dress and bra and was cupping and squeezing my breast. His other hand slid down and roughly pulled up my short skirt and then his fingers slipped into the waistband of my panties and tugged them down.When they were just below my knees he pushed the small of my back slightly so I bent forward a little. I think all of 90 seconds had elapsed since I walked in but none the less the excitement of it all was getting me worked up.I felt his hand fumbling. My life is a shit hole. My father is constantly out on business, working to support the large family that he had created, and my mother is a nurse so she is out as well at whatever local hospital she can work at. They got in their head to move recently to a place called Hartford… that made things interesting. They moved out and took everything to the new place, but I remained behind. They needed someone to watch the house and I wanted to celebrate my birthday with my friends and my girlfriend.