”After another moment, she rose from the bed and closed the blackout curtains, excluding any outside light from the room. Then she turned and walked...over toward the nightstand beside the bed.Turning to face me, she skimmed off the sweatshirt and the sweatpants, allowing me just enough time to see that she was completely naked underneath. Then she flipped off the light.“Get naked and come lie down on the bed,” she whispered. I did.“You can’t touch me,” she continued whispering. “But there’s. I have no idea what Sandra expected but when we got there she was sitting in the middle of the sofa. Don and I sat on each side and after a drink and some small conservation I looked over toward Sandra and told her. “Don and I are both going to fuck you tonight”.She said nothing. She was wearing a short skirt that came just above her knee and a light sweater that was square cut across the front that showed the top of her breasts and deep cleavage. It was flexible which I liked because I could. I always thought that feeling sparks when you kiss was another one of those dumb clichés about love people always like to throw out for no good reason—but boy was I wrong.Summer didn't hang out with us at school that next Monday. In fact, it was the Friday nearly two weeks later before I had even seen her again. It wasn't a chance encounter though when I finally did. She sought me out to ask if we could talk after school. I agreed, and a few hours later we were walking through a park. I knew she was the sort of girl you could do things To!Squirming in near ecstasy, she burst into giggles when I began washing her foot with my soapy right hand. Repeating the process on her left foot reduced our sexual tension a notch. Loni had relaxed, luxuriating in unexpected sensuality of my ministrations, leaving her unprepared for erotic rollercoaster ride I was taking her on when I suddenly stroked her tits with my soapy hands, teasing her nipples to excited peaks; she began panting.