Later, she had a fight with her sister at the club and asked me for a ride home.We stopped the car and parked in an out of the way area to talk and be...ore I knew it my tongue was in her mouth. We kissed for nearly a half hour and I was rubbing her arms, hips, and legs. My wandering hands made my way under her blouse and bra touching her small round breasts (maybe 36a) and fondling her hard nipples of an inch sticking out. I opened her blouse and pulled her bra up as I groped and pulled on her. She was having an orgasm. He felt his prick stiffen and, by pure force of will, kept his eyes on the road. She lay limply, breathing hard for another few minutes, and then did up her pants. She started giggling and leaned over to grope the front of his pants."Stop that!" he laughed."Pass another truck!" she giggled, trying to find the tab of his zipper."You're crazy!" he yelled, batting at her hand."Move the seat back!" she ordered. "There's not enough room for my head." You're certifiably. She sighed in pleasure at how unexpectedly light his touch was. His fingertip became only the tip of his nail, across her tummy, taking one tiny lap around her navel, then down to her slit, coming to rest right underneath her clit. ‘You have my undivided attention,’ she purred. He drew tiny circles around her clit, and dipped the tip of his finger between her folds, finding her wetness, then withdrawing. He leaned in to kiss her, and when she moved forward to meet his lips, she found his. .. right. Morgan and I had something between us, and it wasn't just physical compatibility. No, it wasn't the soulmate, finish-each-other's-sentences thing that Maddie and I shared, but it was something... comparable. Apples and oranges, if you would. If Maddie and I had stayed together, I would have never considered exploring it, but as it is... I've said it before, and I'll say it again: I'm not a romantic. I don't believe in 'happily ever after' anymore. Having it come crashing down around.