I jumped and scooted my hand up. Up further than I had intended.I would have stopped when I reached the fabric of her bra, but in the summer, well, sh... really didn’t need one. There was nothing to stop my hands short of the nipple I brushed against.“Oooohhhh!” her breath pulsed over my face. Embarrassed at touching her so intimately, I started to withdraw my hand. The hand holding her balled up hem quickly lowered and my hand was trapped.“That’s nice,” Lindie said to me. “Don’t stop.”Her hand. Her mouth moved up and down on it in slow motion, as she felt Ted’s finger stroke her very hard clit. Marcia wanted a taste of Joan’s shaven honeypot so she released Larry’s cock, motioned for Ted to stop licking Joan, and she went over to Joan and started kissing her, pushing her tongue as far as it would go into her mouth. Their breasts and nipples rubbed against each other as their hands worked up and down on each other’s bodies. Marcia moved her head down Joan’s body, licking at her. A few girls made there interest known but I just ignored them and carried on leaning against the side of the bar looking for the girl I wanted more than any of the others. I glanced around and saw my friends having a great time, most of them hooking up with girls and dancing. We did this most weekends and it was always a good time, but this time I was completely focused...nothing else seemed to matter.Suddenly I looked to the door and girl I'd been waiting for entered. She was wearing a tight. Rusty returned with a green wine cooler. "Lime good enough?" Is fine," Trace affirmed.Rusty smiled but looked like he might want to ask something. "You uh...enjoy your drink, miss." Trace was grateful that he didn't act on hiscuriosity. She was pretty sure he didn't even know her name. Trace likeda barkeep who just let her be.Trace's pager buzzed and she groaned. Looked like she wasn't getting anyalone time with a bottle of scotch today. She downed what was left of hercup of Johnny Rider 18.