I had to taste her, this flower. I slipped my tongue along the petals of her sweet rose and heard a sigh as her distinctive tastes overwhelmed me. I c...uldn't place it exactly, like a spiced-up strawberry, maybe with a touch of cinnamon. Her texture was softness personified.Licking slowly upward I was rewarded with a sigh that turned to a moan when I found her clit, still hidden under its hood. Down I moved, using my tongue like a narrow point separating her layers. I licked down to the end of. The were able to spread out in her Suburban and she wondered what it was going to be like with all four of them in something smaller, like Steve's Honda Accord.The four men spent the trip talking about baseball while she concentrated on her driving. It didn't take her long to realize that the trips were going to be dominated by male conversation and she was going to be pretty much a spectator. She had no interest in any of the balls: base, foot or basket, and hockey (pardon the pun) left her. I gave each one a hug and a kiss and waved goodbye as they drove off down the road. Once I was back in the house and relaxing in the couch, I began to think about what Tonya had said earlier. Everything she said made perfect sense to me. I was beginning to come completely out of the shell that I had been living in for so many years and finally experiencing something more. There was a part of me that wondered if fate had intervened on my behalf when I met John and Ted at the bar those. Throwing myself onto the bed alongside the girl, I took her into my strong embrace. We made a sensual picture as we lay there, clasped closely in each other's arms. My caresses now seething in their heat, caressed the girl's eyes, her lips, her snowy neck, and throat, and then, with a tantalizing slowness that drove the now expectant Lucy almost wild with emotion, lowered my lips to her strawberry-like nipples, which stood out boldly as if inviting a hungry attacker; gently biting these coral.