I realized when I entered the house that there were things that I needed in my room, including my medication. The door was slightly open, so I crept i... as quietly as I could, afraid to wake that poor girl. ‘Ray?’ It was a sleepy voice from the bed. ‘Sorry, just getting my medication. Then I’ll be out of your hair.’ ‘It’s fine… Thank you so much for everything.’ ‘Happy to be there to help… but, umm… so, what’s your name?’ She gave a little laugh. ‘You want to know the name of the girl sleeping. You were gone kinda long, but it's fine," I said. She nodded, but it was a slow nod.The rest of the party was good. Hoerter did dance with her twice more over the course of the afternoon, not in a row, and we did our thing too. Anyway, I had no call to be jealous or possessive, or whatever they were calling it these days.But, I didn't like Hoerter: too pushy, too much of an in-your-face kind of guy. No, I decided, I didn't like him.It was quiet for the fifteen minute drive back to her place to. “You’re going to swallow it, aren’t you?” I wondered out loud.Her eyes seemed to flash angrily before switching back to a nice, sweet and agreeing gaze which I chose to believe in as I let her continue.It took its time, her head kept bouncing at varying speeds and I kept sighing and groaning. She was probably starting to get frustrated because nothing was happening and she was a busy girl who didn’t really have all this time to waste on me. She was making sounds, “M-m-m-m!” and looking at me. With you bent forward, I kneel behind you, easing the panties down past the tops of your stay-up, thigh high stockings and help you step out of them. I nudge your feet to shoulder width apart and press on your back to bend you lower over the table. I first stroke you with my fingers as I trail kisses and licks up the insides of your thighs, then slide my tongue into your wetness, bringing another gasp of delight from you. I tongue you for a bit, reaching up to tease and play with your breasts.