I think he can see the desire spilling out of my eyes. He moves his lips up to the nape of my neck and I shudder in delight as his soft lips brush aga...nst my skin. Then he cups my head in his strong hands and kisses me, long and deep. I think I'm beginning to understand how women in days of old used to faint clean away. His tongue is like a wicked serpent tempting me to give myself up to his use and desire. My pussy is wet and I can't wait.He undresses me slowly and kisses me once more before. I also reached down to continue to stroke his fully hard cock and I felt his hairy post-pubescent balls with my other hand. Josh reached to touch my womanly breasts with his other hand while we each took turns stroking each other's cocks. Suddenly Josh paused and I said, "What's wrong Josh?... Is it me?..." He instantly shook his head as he said nervously, "No no no... you're hot... It's just, I... I've never done this before... With anyone." I smiled as I blushed saying, "Well thanks. You're. Yet when I caught her eye, she flushed and looked away. We left the center, had a coffee, and went back to our cars. Something was on her mind, but she didn't tell, and I didn't ask, too personal, I thought. She hesitated, toyed with her car key nervously, spoke of plenty of time, and would like to have a drink or two in my new apartment. Back home, I opened a bottle of red wine, and we talked about everybody and his dog. Eventually, Bea brought up stories of school, focused on our last year,. The way they all laughed and prodded each other made me realize they didn't care. "But we're all wet," someone pointed out. "That's ok with me" I said. "Wet girls are the most fun." They were in a frenzy of excitement at how suggestive and cool Santa turned out to be. I didn't want to spoil their party. I figured I would just sit for an hour or so and maybe they would come sit on my lap just for fun. Feeling their wet bikini-clad bodies would be enough to masturbate to later that night, plus I.