Our conversation in the bar was a lot more personal than our elevator encounter. It turned out that we shared a similar set of circumstances -single,...professional, educated, and alone - and similar taste in music (we preferred Hootie, Dave Mathews, Springsteen, and that type stuff to the "party" music they were playing in the bar). She didn't seem to be hung up on religion or any new age type stuff, so we were a good fit there, although she did have this slightly prissy side to her, but you. ‘Me too, but that was for different reasons entirely.’ She smiled and he knew that she too was remembering the warmth that had enveloped them that night, the warmth of new love. ‘You do amazing things to me baby.’ She said looking up at him, her eyes full of love. ‘Right back at you, missy,’ Brett said with a smile. They lay there having there nightly talk, cuddled in each other’s arms. As they shared their days, Brett marveled at how good it felt just to hold her as they talked, that feeling. Then one breast cupped, lifted and your nipple sucked into a warm mouth. Gently suckled, and positioned so that the strange tongue was underneath your nipple, stroking it back and forth. You felt stubble from the person sucking you. The other breast was being pinched and twisted till you thought it might snap off with a hard pair of fingers. You loved this. You were starting to get wet again and a puddle was forming between your thighs and on the floor that you were standing in your own juice. .The moaning didn't come from the TV but from his roommate Mike. And Sarah could certainly hear it because she was lying there right in front of him and it didn't even look a little like she was going to complain about anything the next morning. Infact it looked like she really liked what she was doing. And that was blowing his roommates dick!Joey had been fantasizing about Sarah since she had moved in with them. How often had he tried to bring up some sexual topic when they were talking? But.