" Are you okay, Nicole?" I asked, my voice reflecting real concern. She turned to me and gave a small, hesitant smile. She turned back to driving, but...my gaze remained on her."Was it really that smart leaving those two alone? I mean, rape is a pretty serious thing." I lamely kept up conversation.She shrugged. "Who even fucking cares." she told me flatly. "If it's just a game of he said she said, more people being involved just means more bullshit." If she was violated, it would have been nice. I lifted my teeshirt off over my head and saw him move still closer to me, almost between my knees.'Can I...' he paused. 'Can I touch your nipples?'I smiled thinking about it for a minute. 'Yes.'Very softly, his attention completely on the tiny points of flesh, his trembling hand reached to my right nipple where it stood out from the goosebumps on my chest and very tentatively touched it. I hadn't ever felt a touch like it. Soft and almost rabbit-like in its appreciation and apprehension.His. You would raise your ass and let me wander briefly tonguing your asshole (a new pleasure I would never have done with anyone else) and I would sometimes move lower down to your ass and hope to get at your pussy. But your hand would find its way to my head and redirect me to the task you had initially planned. There were hundreds of examples like this. And you never came more than you wanted to. But you came anytime you felt the need. You would use me as your personal play-toy, knowing I was. I told her they must have brought his car home and drove Suzanne's car to the theater.We went into the house to get the key to the cottage and Alice climbed all over me. "This is going to be better than a motel room. I hated the thought of signing a register and going into a strange room, but that was the only way I could think of to see you."We were both nervous. I had trouble finding the key and when I said I needed to go up to my room Alice became impatient, wanting to go directly to the.