Then I wondered if she would enjoy watching the 2 of us guys in my room. That thought made me even more horny. Bob stayed on the sofa as I pulled my p...nts off and set them on a chair. I put some porn on the TV and slid down my shorts. There were large wet spots that evidenced my experience over the past 30 minutes. It was like I was 18 again. I was so hard and pointing to the ceiling. I looked at Bob and he was fixed on my cock. I laid back and began to stroke as i shifted between watching porn. ." Call me Betty." I'm okay Mrs.... Betty. Really I am. It hardly hurts at all. Uh... why did you come up here?"She blushed. "It was silly of me, but I remembered a book in my bedroom. I finished it yesterday and thought you might enjoy it. It's one of my favorites." She reached over me, which once again moved her breasts directly over my face. I could see a fan of tiny wrinkles which marked the beginning of her cleavage. Quite a lot of cleavage. And the edge of a lacey white bra.She sat back. She knew that there was another girl (a school friend that I was interested in and all). She had a boyfriend whom she had lost connect with as they moved to another city. We were just moving around a bit, holding hands.Then she put her hands on my shoulders and I held her waist. We were enjoying the music and looking at each other. We were not talking as much now but were standing closer.The next song was a little more slow and romantic, she rested her head on my chest and I held her caressing. I'll go check on her.”I found Olivia outside and asked as tentatively as I could if she was okay. She nodded and blew a long puff into the cool night air. We shared a few awkward moments. For lack of anything better to do, I stood behind her and put my arms around her, partly in an attempt to keep her warm, and partly to comfort her. That well of sorrow crept back in, and I searched my mind for the right response. Words ran and hid. If I knew her as well as I thought I did, she didn't want my.