"And really, on the smaller stuff we have here they're a good deal. Anyway, things got started real slow. There was this big shop up in Melbourne that...everybody thought had the market cornered in this area, and they did, pretty much. The problem was that they catered more to showoffs and posers, rather than real surfers. You know, the kid from up north who wants a couple T-shirts to show off how cool he is, but never gets out on a surfboard. They had a lot of that and still do, but they were. It felt so good to be touched by someone else. I was getting wet from her touches and I wanted her to know that I thought she was sexy. I guided her one hand down to the hem of my dress as I nibbled on her neck. Her head was back in pleasure, but as soon as she felt my panties underneath my dress, her head jerked forward and her eyes went wide with excitement. I brought my lips back to hers before she could protest. Her fingers found my wet panties and she started rubbing my clit. I moaned into. Not now, Elvis, she whispered. Trying to sleep. Ill jerk you off in the morning. Im fraid I want more than a handjob, sweetness, I whispered in her ear, my hand reaching up beneath her hem to feel her sleek thighs. Her eyes popped open with fear and I clapped a hand over her mouth and muffled her shout. I soothed her, Dont you fret, sweetness, I aint gonna hurt you. Just gonna make you scream! My other hand reached her panties, rubbing her cooch through the fabric. Her body tensed, then. “One, I’m not that attracted to her and two, if she’s just going to bust right away like the first time—I mean, what’d be the point of that?”Mallory took a calm, measured breath before she said. “Maybe it’s not just about sex with her, and she wants a connection. Some people are like that, y’know?”“Good point.” Daphne nodded. “With Valerie, I tried fast and hard. I couldn’t come. Maybe slow and sensual is the way to go.” She flashed a quick smile and looked Mallory over from head-to-toe. “You.