Michelle put her arms around Karen's waist and took a taste of freedom. Being mine was the first step towards what Michelle wanted; kissing Karen was ...he second.I moved to a position where I could fully appreciate their contact. Karen was shorter and slimmer than Michelle, but except for Karen's darker eyes, there was not much difference between them. They had long dark hair, pale skin, and the same physical frame.The third step was to follow when Karen pulled her down on top of the bed. Karen. The whimpering, rasping, chafing, and squishing noises of our desperate rush to gratification and release. So desperate that even a little thing like blinding darkness does not deter us.Without light, the ever present symphony of subtle aromas intensifies. There are the minor notes of fresh pine, acrid smoke, cloying earth, and pungent sex. But there is a new dominant tone. A complex fragrance that blends the stink of matted fur, the smell of burnt patchouli, and the sweet fresh scent of. She liked to be admired. It thrilled her. The dress had made that possible. She was now hungry for more adoration, and she was convinced that only sexy dresses could make that possible. So, she decided to dress sexily. After all her husband had been asking her to do that for so long already. And in sexy dresses she might also get her sons interested in her. These thoughts aroused her and she needed a good release, but her drunken husband was sleeping. That was the only shortcoming of the night.. "Anne ignored her.Hailey pulled out a scrap of paper and scribbled down her phone number and said, "Here, call me after school and we'll hook up."Anne smiled. She took it and put it in her bag.Then Hailey leaned in and gave her a little kiss on the cheek. Anne's eyes got real big. Next Hailey popped up out of her chair. She turned gracefully, her dress swirling around, and she strutted off.Anne exhaled. The rest of her teammates looked dumbstruck. I sat frozen, my heart beating in sad, solemn.