She had been the first girl I’d really cared about, but strangely enough, it was I who wasn’t yet ready to have sexual relations beyond the a-typi...al petting and fondling which we had done together. She wanted more, not just the sex, but a commitment of sorts towards the future as well, which was something I wasn’t totally sure I wanted to share with her. ‘Go figure,’ I answered finally sitting down on the edge of the bed next to where Kathy was now sitting. ‘Pretty ironic isn’t it?’ she said. "I think....She stopped, surprised. There had been a knock at the door.She looked up, annoyed. When the knock came again she sighed, went to thedoor and opened it. Facing her was a pretty, dark haired young woman in acream colored skirted suit, a dark blue blouse, tan hose and white shoes.The suit looked much too big and hung loosely on her."Yes?" asked Vera. "Look Miss ... We're in conference here. This is aprivate meeting. You're disturbing us."The woman peered round the door. "I just want. I’m your friend’s mom. You know, Mrs. Stevens. Mrs. S?”“Wow! No bra and no panties! What have you been up to tonight, Mrs. S?” It was Tim.Lisa felt her face burn even redder. Seems their efforts had caused her skirt to rise up to where they could see a well-trimmed patch of dark blonde hair above her otherwise shaved pussy.Tim and Steve sniggered, as Lisa sat there with her eyes closed, too embarrassed and maybe too drunk to offer any further resistance. Either way, her wet blouse was soon off.. A uniformed doorman saw her and waved her through, much to the annoyance of many waiting in line. The club was dark, what little light there was focused on the writhing dancers on the floor, the music was an almost impenetrable wall of sound. She could feel her sternum vibrating from the pressure and the beat alone carried her into the middle of the whirling, gyrating mass. Her body took over, responding to the primitive rhythms, moving of its own accord, aware of but uncaring that the short.