.. but I couldn't ... I mean..."Stephanie frowned. "Why the hell not?" Well, wouldn't that be like cheating?" Oh, don't go goodie-two-shoes on me, oka...? Jesus, I'm just asking for the notes, not for you to take a test for me or something. I just need to know what that old bat Mrs. Phelps will be teaching. If she'd stick to the damn textbook, I could just--" Mrs. Phelps?" Not again," Stephanie muttered. "Yes, I said Mrs. Phelps. Old lady with curly white hair and glasses that make her look like. "We can't. You're my best friend. We can't. We can't," I just keptsaying it as if that was all I needed to say."We are best friends. Exactly! It's perfect. We can already be past thegetting to know you part of dating. And you look so sweet and gorgeousin that dress. I can't help myself," he said as he went in for roundtwo..Once again I felt his lips on mine and this time I felt his hand on myknee too. And once again, I was struggling to stop myself from kissingback. It was like electric. I. An excuse to get out of my lonely house is as good an excuse as any.”“Kyla, you don’t need an excuse to leave your house. You can leave at any time you know,” Julian responded.He was right. I had become sort of a hermit since my divorce, only traveling to the store to get needed items to sustain life and to work so I could have the money to purchase the needed items to sustain life. I knew that I needed more than the life I had recently assumed. I was trying, and I guess, attending the. Her arousal was so strong she knew she wouldn't have to wait long for an orgasm. His hands moved up and unbuttoned her top. She wasn't wearing a bra and as he pushed the fabric off her shoulders, her beautiful round breasts were exposed. She leaned back slightly and his mouth found its way to her erect nipples.He began kissing and circling them with his tongue."Mmmm, that feels amazing," she said softly, feeling herself become wetter and tighter with each touch of his mouth and each thrust.