His kisses were soft over my hairs. His tongue slid between my labia into my silky wetness. Then, he slightly touched my clitoris. That was where he n...eded to be. Again, his tongue licked my clitoris. He eased his head back and spread my legs wider. I braced against the counter next to me. The movement of his tongue quickened over my tiny bulb. I could feel a finger begin to slide into me. Another new sensation I had never known before. Pleasure turned to slight pain. He moved deeper and deeper. ..." But then one of the girls came over and asked me about my newhair style and where I had gone to have it done, and what conditioner andshampoo they used on it, and how difficult it was to take care of. And wejust started talking about hair styles, and then clothes, and then otherthings, and pretty soon I was sitting with a bunch of girls in thecafeteria and having lunch with them. And after that, whenever I wasn'twith Jeff, I'd hang around with the other girls - somehow I just feltmore. Later that night, Jesse donned his Santa costume and threw some clean clothes in an overnight bag before heading out to Mrs. Monet’s Christmas party. As he was driving, Jesse thought about this absurd situation and how uncomfortable he felt: was he really supposed to go to that twisted party without clarifying things with Patti first?She was his boss now, after all. Not Mrs. Monet.He stopped the car, and parked in a very unconventional way before running to Patti’s house. An unusually cold wind. You push the table out of the way, and pull your chair right next to mine. Your left arm extending behind me, your large hand on the back of my neck, tickling just under my hair. Looking at you from the corner of my eyes, I see the smirk on your face as you start to undo the robe. Legs spread wide, your bulge pushing at your boxers. I balance my book against the pillow on my stomach with one hand, and my right hand reaches over. Fingers splayed out first on your chest; caressing your sternum.