It works for him, but not always for me. We didn’t have sex the last time we hooked up, apparently I got sick and threw up in the drawer of his beds...de table. What can I say, I’m a classy dame. My point is I want him. Inside me, on top of me, under me, all over me. So, when he decides to get playful and touchy, part of me enjoys it and the other part is waging war in my head because it knows our friendship is too precious to ruin over some sweat and a few condoms. He doesn’t make it easy. “You. I closed my eyes, enjoying the high, I felt Chris shuffle and when I looked he was looking at me with a serious expression and a hunger I hadn't seen before, his pale blue eyes fixed on mine. He ran his hand though my hair before gently stroking my cheek. This was different, not like the joking about, it was intimate. My dick hardened, the thin shorts not able to obscure the obvious bulge. I stayed still letting Chris make the moves. He wordlessly placed his hand on my bare chest, moving. Dan complimented me."You did well, not one spill, and you got good head on it." I never spill and I always give good head."I smiled at him, and his hand tightened on my thigh."I love your legs, Jessi. You shave very well, no stubble or nothing." I thank you. I shave something else real well too?"I laughed at the expression on his face."You shouldn't tell me things like that, I like it too much." Sorry." Quite alright." God, I hate beer!"I noticed that the waitress had brought Dawn a Smirnoff. The cabin wasn't so isolated as to not have electricity, but the men had trouble getting the hot water heater going, partly because it was old and cranky and partly because both of them were more than a little drunk by that time.Cindy hadn't seen the bedrooms yet, but she had the feeling that they would be warm and homey, with great big thick double beds and feather pillows. She'd soon know, she said to herself. She and Howard were going to spend the night here, courtesy of Ralph and Norma. And.