She had planned a nice sunny day for us to have a picinic and to have some conversation. She looked so beautiful that afternoon, she was wearing a yel...ow dress that complimented her silky blonde hair which was tied up with a white ribbon. She was also wearing white nylons with white heels that had tiny yellow bows on the back of them. I was so impressed of her wonderful looks that I needed to tell her often about it. After awhile of driving and talking we finally made to our spot that I use to. I can’t believe all the papers I have to write. At least my friend is helping me on Wednesdays after school.That’s nice. I mean really nice. She’s a sweetheart. I think of her like one of the special aides you see in a nursing home. She’s just giving her time to make life better for me.And that worries me. We’re just a week away from the Winter Dance and I’m looking forward to her company but I just can’t get ... up for her. She doesn’t turn me on. I give her a hug and it feels like I’m hugging. I pull out and lie down next to you; you collapse onto your back and smile the widest smile I have ever seen. We lay there, embraced, catching our breath. After a few minutes I get up and position myself at your feet, taking your feet and massaging them gently. I bring your feet up and start licking your toes, sucking each into my mouth and licking the delicate skin in between them. You moan in pleasure as I take all your toes into my mouth at once. You begin rubbing your breast with one. Feeding off each other. You tremble. You stiffen."I tried to tell you I was Bi," she whispered in the dim light. "Like you." How did you know?" you ask, improvising."Please," she says. "You're totally obvious. You've been staring all day."You dare yourself to move closer, your bodies touching as you kiss again andagain. You feel her warmth, smell her fragrance, transfer the softness ofher through your fingers."I've never done this before," you whisper."I have," Melanie confesses with a sly.