” She gave me a sympathetic not then turned her focus back to the teacher droning on about who knows what. She slipped her fingers through mind, hol...ing my hand for the class, squeezing it subtly every now and again, just letting me know she was there. Finally, class mercifully ended. Together, Cameron and I walked out of class and back towards my apartment. We were done for the week. No Friday classes is fucking fantastic. Having a weekend start at 3:15 on a Thursday is just awesome. I opened. Rummaged through it as she glided back, brushing past him again. Tamara ignored him. Dropped her little bag on the countertop. Squinting, she surveyed her face in the mirror. Wiped a manicured finger around the frame of her lips, sweeping away the smudges. Then went back to her clutch, pulling out a tube of lipstick. Bradley turned away. Pulled up his pants, zipped and buckled. Tucked in his shirt. He stared around the room, re-familiarizing himself with everything his life. When he turned. As I drew closer I began to be a trifle frightened. "What if it's one of those alien flying machines you read so much about in the Fortean Times and other places," I muttered, only half-believing it. "Well, Cassie," said the Voice of Reasonable Greed, which always sounded like John Huston, "If it is, and if you can bring back proof of a close encounter you can sell your story for enough cold, hard, cash to get you to Thailand for your sex-reassignment surgery!" Emboldened by this happy thought. She opened her mouth, allowing me to entwine my tongue with hers. I slowly slid my hand to her ass, taking one of her soft cheeks into my hand, and massaging it gently. We continued making out for a little while before I took her vest top off, revealing a black lacy bra. Her luscious breasts were now on display. I reached behind her, unclasping her bra. She breathed into my mouth as I slid the bra off her shoulders, revealing her beautiful boobs. I took them into my hands, rolling her nipples.