You are not about to complain though."Yes," you cri, no longer embarrassed as to what you are feeling. The pretext is gone as you both know this is no...longer an exam. Your internal muscles are clasping his big fingers. You think you will die when you feel his breath on your pussy. His tongue flicks out for a taste and he looks up at you to catch your reaction.You want him so bad. You rip off the thin gown that till now had been partly covering you, exposing your ripe naked body to his hot. ~ Friday evening, 9:40 p.m. One of our party is leaving – the one seated between us – and as you rise to let her pass, several others return. You sit back down and scoot around the bench to make room for the additions, which brings us together quite cozily. Our thighs are touching, and the contact makes me shiver. For a few moments, I can focus on nothing beyond that delicious contact. It’s too infrequent, and it’s far, Far, FAR too chaste. Innocence aside, I know I will feel your leg against. She quickly came back, holding up a pair of thigh-high black heeled boots."These were the boots I wore, and I was the?" she teased."Pussy," I lowly sighed."Yes, that's right, this outfit used to make me feel so horny!"She squealed in delight. I blushed to imagine her backstage talking dirty and all the sexy shenanigans it led to. I felt jealous of all those around her in my mind."I'm going to put it on!" she excitedly announced quickly pulling her t-shirt over her head and whipping her jeans. "No, I've never thought that it was the way I would "hook" you, if that's what you mean. I hope you don't think I'm devious like that." She said, as if a bit insulted."No, no, not that at all. It's just we held your virginity with me in such high esteem that..." I started to say before she interrupted me."Whether or not I ever thought we had a long term possibility, I had already decided YOU would be the first, a long time ago. I considered the possibility of us being friends with benefits and.