" As she turned around, the guilt and shame were back in Carly's eyes. This would be uncomfortable."What're you sorry for?" Carly had anticipated that...question, but she hoped that Sam would just know and accept the apology. No such luck."We once promised to tell each other everything. But you never knew about my…" Her voice trailed off, but Sam would probably understand what she meant. Was there even a word for it? She supposed 'addiction' was a way to describe it, but she couldn't say that. . but I want you to share, so tilting your head to the side, I lean over your shoulder and bring your hand to your mouth, and we kiss around your fingers, sharing the taste, your tongue reaches around and over, this makes you feel good, but perhaps a little strange, off balance, and prompting something slightly inhibited, something we're working on, something I'm going to test this evening..Your hand comes down again and I move mine aside, giving you free access to yourself, and you moan, a. Still, the hormones press on. So I manage to slide my hand inside the back of her pants, while she takes a hold of my penis through the fabric.And this is one of the very few sensations I remember *extremely* vividly (and I tend to not remember anything at all).My hand went past her belt, which was one of those silly belts that rely on friction to stay tight, except they never work... Anyway, I went past her bely and was confused, because I had to figure out several layers. There was the. I kicked my pants off and sat her down on the edge of the bed. I kicked my shoes off and pulled off my socks and then moved to her… pulling her pants off… and her panties and looked with awesome amazement. She was shaved and bare… an awesome view. I looked at her face and her eyes glazed as she moved up the bed to make room as she spread her legs for me. I moved up… wondering just what I should do. I would have loved to touch her and feel her wetness… or to have discovered the feel of her with.