One of his hands slipped off my waist, and slid down my ass and under my skirt. As his hand ran back up my ass I couldnt help but try to spread my leg... slightly for him. He took the hint and slipped his fingers between my legs. It didnt take long for him to slip his fingers into my dripping wet pussy. I moved back and forth against his fingers to the music, feeling an orgasm coming on. Soon I was shaking against his had as I came on his fingers. Once I had reached orgasm, he slid his fingers. Because I was way better atit and normally the one that did hers? LOL but true.No, because I had to do this myself if I was doing it. I just did. Aftertalking with him all week, I was more scared I really liked him and whatthat could mean in my life than I was to finally go on a date, but thatwas trumped easily by desire.Yes I was kicking myself, like what are you doing here, Jena? Are youlike a fucking teenage girl with the hots for this guy? Ok, a fewflings, but that doesn't seem like this?. I wouldn’t say the three of us got together frequently over that following year, but we had our share of liaisons. The girls liked to dress up and show off their bodies. I certainly didn’t mind. Johanna and I were living together by this time, and we invited Stephanie over to our place on a Friday night for a night of drinks and fun. Johanna had cut her brown hair shorter, about shoulder length, and she looked ridiculously hot in her new vinyl mini dress. Her breasts were bulging from the low. I was so embedded in my fantasies of the Vandals and in imagining plots, characters, and plot twists that I didn’t realize for some time that I wasn’t alone at the table. I had picked such a remote spot in the room that was sectioned off by book shelves so that I usually would have the table to myself. But not today. I was surprised when I looked up to see a young boy—the blond I had passed and briefly had eye contact with in the Park am Karlsbad that morning—sitting across and down the table.