Her perfume wafted over him, putting his nerves at ease. She was almost as tall as Josh in the short heels of her boots. He moved to release her hand ...ut she hung on stubbornly.“Mmmmm, soft hands. Very nice” she said, placing her other hand over his and rubbing it gently. “Do you moisturize?”“Uh ... no. I’ve never needed to.”“Pfffft, that figures” she replied, releasing him. “I bet you have no idea what some people go through to maintain good skin.”“Aha ... Yeah, sorry, I don’t know anything. My darling Diane was getting excited from our kisses too. She took one of my hands and guided it to her breast. I caressed her firm tit through her blouse and bra. She put her head on my shoulder and whispered, “I’m addicted to your love making Paulie. I was going to just make out and talk for most of the time and keep you out of bed and out of my pussy until we only had one hour left. I just can’t do it baby. I need you too much. I feel empty and I crave having your big cock as deep in my. "No." I said simply. She looked up at me midway through standing looking startled, a little hurt, and very confused. "Not until I know your name, you little temptress.” She smiled grandly, “You’re pretty tempting yourself you know. I’m Sarah.” She offered and cocked her head looking at me to take my turn. “And you ma'am?” “I’m Robin,” I grinned, “Nice to meet you.” She smiled back, “Very nice to meet you, Robin.” She took me by the hand and led me to the beanbag chairs. We kneeled facing each. The band had been together for a little over 4 years, meeting up at university and playing the local club circuit, gaining a small but dedicated following. Elkie- or Erica Thomas as she was back then- had been one of the main reasons for a lot of the male followers, five feet tall, long black hair, grey eyes, full lips, and a great sense of style. She'd taken up bass guitar when she was 11, preferring the driving throb of the instrument to the wail of the guitar. Her parents had tried to get.