I knew by the end of the night she would be begging me for more.I walked over to the group and grabbed her hand. No one dared to stop me."Come with m... Natasha" I said, tugging at her hand. "Yes" She said and no one questioned who I was or how I knew her name or why she was going with me. Not even her boyfriend.I led her through the dark streets, neither of us saying a word. We arrived at my appartment a short time later. As I led her up the stairs, I thought about the things I would love to. The room was dominated by the biggest bed Mia had ever seen. A four poster complete with silk sheets. The evening light gave the lace curtain that hung over the one large window an orange tint.Mia lit a splint from the little candle she held and went from wall to wall lighting the gilded lamps. As she finished, the door swung open and Liana entered, immediately reaching up and removing her hair pins, letting her deep red locks cascade down over her shoulders. Mia blew out the candle, placed it. She played seductively, tracing her soft hands right above my panties where those sexy little hip bones protrude slightly. I watched her slowly slide my panties off than lightly play with my pussy lips. Her fingers were so gentle and supple. It was a nice change from the manhandling from Frank yesterday. She looked in my eyes and I realized what I was doing. I had never really been with a girl. My mother always told me it was a sin. When I was a very young girl, about 7 I had my first sexual. ”“Then don’t hold on so fucking tight.” I reached out, took her hand, and helped pull her back into my room. I held her for a long time, trying to imprint the memory of her flesh onto my own. Eventually, she had to separate us, though I was pleased to note that it was a struggle for her. “Leveria…” she said warningly. “Fine.” I said, “but if you die, Elena Straltaira…” I touched the pearl necklace that rested upon her chest, “…we had a deal, remember?” She laughed, her freckled nose crinkling..