" She looked at me steadily. "The question is, how about you? Is Mellissa straight, or a lesbian?" "Bi," I said, grinning. "YES!" she exclaimed, la...ghing. "I just won ten bucks from Tim." I laughed. "I better get half, then!" "You haven't answered the question yet, though. Are you interested?" "In Phil?" "No, in the man in the moon! OF COURSE in Phil!" I thought it over, looking back over my shoulder at him. Phil was good-looking, in a slightly bookish way. He was quite smart, and had. She was so private. So high class. And now she was walking toward a rest room in a Starbucks about to do who-knows-what! This cant be happening, she thought to herself. Yet with each step, she felt herself getting more excited. More tense. More wet. Approaching the rest room door, she knocked three times. The door opened a bit. Recognizing Tres sweet, smiling brown eyes, Brittany moved toward the door, only to feel a strong hand grab her arm, quickly pull her inside and lock the door behind. Mark then brought his tongue to my mound and lightly licked my outer lips teasing me softly. My hands gripped the sides of the chair when his tongue forcefully began to lick my erect clit. “Your pussy tastes so sweet,” Mark began. “You’re so wet too.” He took no time in stroking my entire pussy with his tongue. I groaned as the incredible feeling took over my mind. “God Mark, I love your tongue.” I said. “Oh don’t stop.” Mark didn’t stop he continued to pleasure me by shoving his tongue as far. “The very same,” Ethan says, reaching under the coffee table. “What? You guys talk about me?” Michael asks with a snicker. “Only about how ugly you are,” Ethan retorts, and we laugh. “Do you want to join?” Ethan ask, looking up to me and pulling out a sandwich bag filled with bud. “Sure,” I reply, and walk to the couch, trying to show how friendly I intend to be. This is, again, the first time I’ve seen him in the last few days, and our last conversation wasn’t cotton candy and butterflies..