Now for the plan but hers was to drink coffee and drink she did so bloody slowly it could have evaporated from the cup before she reached the bottom. ...When she was half way through the coffee trying not to seem pissed off I absent mindedly started to run my hand up her back did nothing for me and she didn’t seem to mind. She actually moved forward a little and that put pressure on my crotch that was now firmly poking into her underarm. Thinking about this had my best mate start to become. I appreciated her small butt, narrow with indents in her buttocks as they flexed, and felt the urge to caress them. Arousal stirred.Rachael’s personality changed as well. She was still a bright, energetic, and out-going girl, but when I’d grab her, pull her into a hug, and she understood I wanted a kiss, Rachael would soften. Her smile would show shy pleasure, and then our lips would touch, her head would tilt, her eyes close, and we’d flirt with our tongues; little touches of intimacy. I loved. I said goodbye ( our relationship was basically over anyway ). We didn't fight, we just didn't love each other. We talked about things, it was like nothing had just happened. No yelling or screaming, no tears or anything of the sort. We lived together and either of us would need some time to move out. We agreed that no-one had to leave, it was very rational. That night we " made lust " it wasn't love but it wasn't just fucking either. It was about the same as always, amazing. We both got off. "She looked like twenty something, not too short and not too thin, and perfectly proportioned. Viv had an oval face, big green occidental eyes, and a nice smile. She was made up nice too, like a Shiseido cosmetic girl should be, in her trick white miniskirt and taped up breasts. Just a wide strip of white across the nipples and around her back, pulling her ripe tits flat. They all dressed like that. Four inch heels and thigh high white stockings, and her face painted like a porcelain doll. She.