Nothing Dannie had said or done seemed tomake any sense. How could she be watching me when I knew she wasn'treally there? How could she make me see th...ngs that couldn't possibly bethere? How could she keep me from standing? And what was all this talkabout being her best friend?"We can share so much," she went on, twirling merrily around the room."Like nail polish. Do you like nail polish? Oh, of course you don't, butyou will."I felt something brush along the tips of my fingers, almost like. Oh, you're not wearing perfume? Weird. Anyway, I woke up the next morning and was told that we were all going to asalon to get ready for our costumes. My first thought was, salon? Eww. Whywould I go to a salon. But then Katy said, "You like salons, don't you,Danny?" And all of a sudden I couldn't wait to go. I mean, salons are cool,right? Everyone pays attention to you, and you come away feeling great. Imean, even now I get a flush when I drive past one. Don't look at me that way.You probably. I undid the top button and slipped my hand down to her panties. Oh my god, the crotch was soaked. I didn’t know a teenager could get this wet. At least none of the girls I fooled around with, as a teenager got this wet. I pulled her pants down and laid her on the grass. I rubbed her clit and she started to squirm. I lifted up her shirt, pushed her bra up and started sucking on those succulent nipples. I could tell she was really excited from her moaning and wetness, so I decided to. I quietly pointed that out to her.She nodded and said, "But where did I get that idea? Hmmm? Do you thinkit might have been from those stories you like so much on-line? Hmmm?"That was true and I admitted it. Teasing and denying was one of myfavorite themes. I loved how the guy would get so eager for release thathe would do anything to please the woman and how, over time, he wouldbecome addicted to fulfilling her most perverse desires in the hope thatshe MIGHT grant him some relief. Now it.