Yeah, that was good, she thought, and her hand moved furiously over her clit.In moments she had an orgasm. But while it gave her some pleasure, she wa... still unsatisfied. Jen covered her face with her hands. She was so sexually frustrated, she felt like crying.The phone rang. Jen answered it, thinking it was Mike. But it was David."Just calling to see how you're doing," he began. "Sarah is visiting her parents this weekend. Where's Mike?"Jen knew why David was calling. For the last few months. J, not the same as but not so different from other women I had known. Despite the source and circumstances, my tongue savored it on my lips. As I washed my face, I could not recall if I had even gotten hard while I was in bed with her, something that would have been a certainty in any similar situation.At nine in the morning, she texted for her cappuccino, and I reported ready for duty. She had a list of errands and things to buy.“There is something else before you start,” she said. I was. Every movement in the crowd had slowed to match the rhythm, voices were lowered to barely a whisper, and the crazy dancers had subsided to drifting through the club, like a breeze that teased the Mt. Everest peak so used to 60-knot winds. A pair of strong, masculine hands were lightly resting on my hips as I swayed lazily, their warm touch a comfort and reminder of the man just inches behind me. Constantly adjusting to my movements, this protective barrier shook away all the fears and dangers. We have them more often in the summer, because it's better outside, but we all gathered in the house this time." And you got a keg and everyone got sloppy, right?" Surrrrre. No, my friends don't have quite the same type of parties that yours do." No doubt." We played some music. Watched a movie. There's a small group of us that play poker, so we did that. I made my world famous chip dip. Very mellow by your standards."Sophia laughed. "Actually, it sounds cozy. Different from my usual, but.