She thought about telling Erika several times about the prints. That the party was Claire's first chance to show off her new pieces -- pictures of she...and Tiffany engaged in their afternoon of S&M. She wasn't sure which two photos Claire had selected but Jamie had seen them all and they were very sexually graphic. Photos in black and white with Tiffany, a beautiful African American woman, as Tiffany dominated her.Each time she started to confess, she lost her nerve. She just could not tell. Maybe because she thought since I was an adult I didn't mind seeing her naked, which I didn't. She would walk around after her shower without any clothes on, and she was very playful around me. She would walk around and flash me or just be plain naked for no reason. She loved showing her body to me, and I loved seeing it, but I knew this wasn't a normal thing.But who was I to fuck with a good thing? After a few weeks she started talking about sexual matters with me. And that didn't mean. ‘God you’re beautiful, Sam,’ you said, using my old nickname as you stared at my breasts. I smiled at you, and gestured to the bedroom. You got the message immediately and, grabbing my hand, pulled me quickly into the next room. You eased me onto the bed, crawling on top of me and pulling off your shirt. You pressed down onto me, our chests meeting, and the feeling of skin-on-skin contact was intense for us both. I cried out and you groaned as my nipples brushed your chest, and you looked into. Alex had never really been one to wear anythingtighter than maybe a one size too small pair of jeans or cotton t-shirt,so the feeling was very alien.He tried to stand up, but in leaning, he felt a small crease in themiddle of the pants, running along, well, the vertical part of his smallbehind. The whole situation just felt completely uncomfortable, highlythreatening, and all Alex wanted to do was get his suit, through it on,and get out of this damn place. He surveyed the area: the couch.