This is only the second erotica story Ive ever written, so please, go easy on me. Id love constructive criticism or comments, and if I get positive fe...dback, Ill consider a sequel, or series, or whatever floats my boat. Oh, and sex doesnt come until the end of the story, so if youre looking for a quickie, you wont find it here. Without further adieu, enjoy. Do things really go bump in the night? Marissa found herself constantly asking this question. She had always told herself not to let her. Plates and bowls were passed around as we loaded up our plates and started the meal. The rest of the meal was uneventful as we chatted to each other. Allison regained her composure and the overall volume level went down. As the sun went down we got up and carried the dishes into the kitchen, rinsed them, and moved to the lounge area. All 6 of us sat around chatting to each other about such topics as diverse as families, politics, religion the price of holiday houses. We were drinking either. Her legs began to part as she crawled on top of him. She came to a stop with her small, petite frame rubbing against him. She began to kiss him passionately as her hand reached between her legs. Firmly, she grabbed his penis and lined it up with her hole. They broke the kiss and Alyssa looked deeply into Steve’s eyes. She smiled seductively at him as she pressed her hips back, impaling herself on his cock. He groaned as he felt his manhood go deeper into her moist pussy. She kept pushing,. In a rare urge of bravado, Greg said. "Uh, Karen, if you're going to hold my wrist the whole way, at least hold my hand?"Karen released Greg's wrist and took his proffered hand as she continued to rush down the street. A sparkle caught his eye. He held up her hand in his and examined her long slender fingers with shiny black fingernails dotted with silver speckles. He looked back up at her. "Where are you taking me, anyway?" My sorority is having a contest. You're going to be my partner!" I.