“It’s just that there’s something that I’d really like to try,” she says, snuggling up to you and gently stroking your chest. Her bare breas...s press against your side.You’re intrigued. What kinky stuff does your girlfriend want to do? You run through the possibilities in your head, getting more and more excited as they occur to you. Could it be missionary with the lights on? Or maybe missionary with the lights partly dimmed? How about missionary, but she keeps her panties on? Or missionary and. The train had come. She was safe.The lead car rocketed into the station, the loud grinding noise of brakes being applied echoing off of the tiled walls.She glanced back at the man and couldn't see him. Figured he was behind one of the large square pillars that ran along each edge of the platform. She didn't care - on this train was at least one conductor; if things got spooky again, she'd run for him, or hit the emergency button.The train stopped, and after a second the doors slid open. As she. “It was a guy named Bob Oberon.”“Me? Really?”“Except that I never got a single feeling that you were interested in me, she said. “As a woman,” she added, softly.They say the truth will set you free, so I gave that a shot.“I hid it,” I said. “I didn’t think you’d appreciate it if you knew I was thinking about you as anything other than a friend.”“Always the gentleman,” she sighed. “I suppose that’s one reason I admire you so much.” She blinked. “Want to know something?”“Sure,” I said.“One time I. . too early when Mrs. Strandsberg woke me Friday morning. I felt wiped out. In spite of my 3:00 AM shower, I felt all sticky and messy between my legs. I must have been leaking Jordan’s sperm since I went to bed. I dragged my tired ass off to the showers with Jenny and Olivia. Jenny looked almost as wiped out as I felt.“How much sleep did you get last night?” I asked quietly.“About three and half hours,” Jenny replied. “You?”“Two and a half,” I said.“You two are something else,” Olivia.