I don’t know why I thought of this right there and then, but I felt the familiar rush of adrenaline as soon as I thought of what came out of my mout... next. It was time to be bold again.“I can’t do Saturday, but I’ll write you a reference sheet and I’ll do anything you want tonight if you, drink in your system, can finish the lesson tonight.”Taylor paused, her drink at her lips, and gave me a sly smile. “Anything, huh?”“Excluding going all the way.” Milo was right: I wanted to save that for. You gasp, ‘Oh goddd, I haaave to havve you Jennn’ whispering on the air between us as you exhale. You dive for my throat sucking and licking sending hot needles of passion driving straight into my brain. Your fingers grip pulling me harder against you, as your hard hungry kisses mark my fair skin as they travel over my throat. Blood pounding in my ears as my hips rock slapping against yours, my juices flowing dripping over the counter making it slick as I slide against you. Reaching up from. Me, I'd worn a short skirt and sleeveless blouse. Lots of hairless skin showing. The other females in the pack dressed in revealing attire as well, but with a rougher edge. He glanced around, assessing the potential for eavesdropping and rolled his eyes when he looked back at me."Time to go see the Boss, Hellie," he said in his Pack tone. "Ugh," I commented. "Come on, it won't be that bad." "I meant your fake voice," I sniped. I finished my water and followed him. The Gathering had been. Kerry was looking at me questioningly. "Well? Do you want to try them on?" OK," I said sheepishly. I took the three skirts and headed into my bedroom. I quickly undid the button on the jeans. My stomach seemed to sigh with relief. I stepped into the 'sensible' skirt but it was just as tight. Then I tried the pencil skirt. It was much more comfortable around the waist but bulged at the front where skirts aren't supposed to bulge. Too embarrassing I thought.I tried on the kilt. It fitted.