..now.A moment passed. Another. Another. No! You can’t! Another moment. She felt as though she were hanging from a cliff by her fingernails. ...he wanted to grab the back of his head and push his face between her legs. She felt her hips bucking slightly, asking...begging... She heard him inhale, slowly, through his mouth. A big breath. Another pause...and then she felt it: his breath—hot, focused—and just strong enough to press her panties against her skin there. Oh god, this was. The room was packed with men who would have gladly addressed my raging hard-on with a willing ass or mouth, mostly muscular, gym-obsessed demi-gods who worshiped cock almost as much as they worshiped themselves. And like Tim, they were openly gay. Just not all "obvious" about it until they got to "Skeeters" where the shirts came off, the oil went on and the party didn't stop until Sunday morning. Professional athletes, actors, musicians, corporate types, tourists and uniquely Vegas. ” Naomi punched me in the arm playfully. “Well, tell us tomorrow how it went between you two, okay?” My smile widened. “Oh yeah, I will.” I had already given Rachel Sunday to think about if she wanted to do it with me or not. Waiting all that day, with nothing really to occupy myself such as school, fucking sucked. I couldn’t wait any longer. This time, when I asked her again, I wasn’t sure what I’d do if she refused. I waited in my room for her to get home. Several minutes later I heard the. We were sitting there talking for a while as she kept drinking from the mug. About a half hour Corina was laughing and giggling a lot and she seemed to be tipsy or something. The mug didn't have much left and I asked her if I could have a drink and she handed it to me with a strange smile on her face. I took a swig and it tasted like peppermint and could tell it was some kind of liquor and asked her what it was. She giggled really hard and it turned into laughter and she couldn't stop. I sat.