Your words floating into my consciousness as I touch you, here… there, softer, faster. Each utterance more urgent as the jets roar in a bright flame...and the balloon surges upward, ‘…faster, yes, yes faster, higher, yes I’m…,’ coming from below – another balloon, fiery bright pink, gaping open, wanting. And suddenly it was over as the ache in my jaw became noticeable, the fragrant wetness on my face drying as I rest, my head on her thigh. I patiently linger for the reciprocation, my cock hard in. I was curled in basically a fetal position, with Matt wrapped around me like a giant cape. I’m pretty petite, and he’s not, so I always feel… enveloped when we lie like this, only rarely do I find it uncomfortable or feel stuck. Almost always its more a feeling of security and warmth. This evening I was even more aware of it as I listened to him breathe and felt his chest expand and contract against my back. I felt totally safe. I felt happy. I dropped my left hand onto his and snuggled into. But there is no riding the bus with the way my temper is out of control. Yet I have no other options. Suddenly, Im aware of Jay beside me. He wraps an arm over my shoulders and smiles. Looking into his eyes, I feel a little safer. I know what youre thinking. I can offer you a ride home? he says in his deep, sexy voice, holding up his car keys. Relief floods through me, all judgment gone because I know this is the best option. I follow Jay to his car, an older Dodge Charger. The blue paint is. I glanced at her and saw someone remarkably like myself. We were about the same age, and both of us were sweating profusely from some good exercise. She was in biking shorts and a tight top, a breathable jersey similar to my own. What struck me was she was even shaped like me, slender, small chested, and a bit more generous in the hips. The only apparent differences were height and hair. She was several inches shorter and had short black hair.She glanced at me and caught me looking at her. Then.