I awoke sometime during the night. It was dark, but I could smell Kathy's hair against my face. She had turned toward me in her sleep, and our fronts ...ere pressed together. One of her legs was thrown over mine and I realized that what had awakened me was a subtle rubbing, where her crotch made contact with my thigh.She had told me this was how she and Randy had slept, when they were young... that she had masturbated herself on his leg for years. I knew she was asleep, because her breathing was. 'Andrew?' I yelled, he was tall, dark, wore his signature large, long, writer's block cardigan, with jeans and a white t-shirt. His casual look is misleading as he was the hardest man alive and he was my best friend! I went back to Andrew's house for a drink, he drove us back in his classic porche whatever it was, tan leather seats, smell of leather made me feel horny. Andrew's my best friend, nothing is going to happen. I will just have a cold shower and it will all be ok; besides his wife is. She looked again at the white and grey glass bird wondering if it would translate to the birdlife in Australia. A gull meant the man would travel a great deal for work; a dove equaled a man of kindness; a pigeon was a man who would return to his c***dhood home. It was so hard to tell what the little glass bird actually represented but going by colour it did not look all bad to her. It wasn't a goldfinch denoting wealth, but she could live with the definitions she had found of white and grey. As her last step brought her to him, he raised his gaze to her eyes, and saw again just how beautiful a woman she was. Her arms went around his neck, and then they were kissing. His hands went around to her back, and were soon roaming from her neck to her firm, panty covered ass. In less than five minutes of frantic kissing, caressing, and fumbling, Brenda's bra lay on the floor along with Andy's shirt, pants, socks and shoes. It was sometime during those three minutes that Andy had his last.