Just a matter of time, she thought. Her hand rubbed her crotch and she dreamed of having a cock, having a powerful member between her legs. She though... of Alex and his hairless legs, wearing her pink shorts. Correction, she thought, HIS pink shorts. The thought turned her on and she started masturbating. Stroking her clit heavily, she pounded on it like a cock, thinking about Alex's sexy ass and his smooth legs. She thought about the clothes she had in her wardrobe and how she wanted to see. ‘ You are. I insist on driving you home.’ ‘You act like I am not even there the entire night. Now you are all high and mighty, telling me that i am too drunk to drive my own ass home. Give me my fucking keys.’ ‘No, you are not driving home that is final. Now either you cooperate or I will throw you over my shoulder and I will carry you out that way.’ ‘Fine,’ Erica stomped her feet as they headed out the door. Erica lived a few blocks from Adam’s house so John figured he would drive Erica’s car. She grabbed my head and pulled me up to her to plant kisses all over my face like a little kid. It flashed through my mind that she pretty much was still a kid. After a few minutes though, she calmed down and began to kiss like an adult. She slid her tongue into my mouth and started to remove my shirt.“We have all night, but I need you to fuck me, right now!” She said, now moving her hands down to the waistband of my pajama pants. She slipped her hand into my pants and wrapped her hand around. I bend down to kiss her. We make out for a moment, our lips never leaving the others. I rest my hands on the bed at her sides, nervous about where this may lead us, anxious about what will happen next. Breathlessly, she breaks away. “Have you ever eaten a girl out?” she asks. “No,” I nervously reply. My eyes drop to avoid contact and I see the gentle patch of reddish-blond hair between her legs. “I've seen it done . . . in movies,” I weakly admit. Kelli lays back on the comforter and slides.