Soon, we are both licking at your nipples, and you seem to relax a little bit, tip your head back, and your knees open up a just a little. The other g...y wastes no time, and steps between your parted thighs as he continues to lick your shoulder and breast. His next shot gets poured a little lower on your stomach, as my next shot gets poured higher on your outside shoulder. With your head back, and getting the attention of both of us, your legs continue to open a little wider. He keeps moving. Denise has an atention grabbing wiggle made more pronounced by her high heels, drawning whistles in the car park.Her bright smile is matched by an equally quick frown, and her young face already shows signs of "worry lines." She is subject to stomach cramps, and somehow, this awakens a protective urge in Stephanie, who finds herself fascinated by the woman.A fascination returned by Denise, who thinks the world of Stephanie. She wonders at how she always seems to know the right thing to say, the. I didn’t. The word made my heart thunder, that magical word that I had written and never said to guys I was interested in because I was way too shy to ask someone for what I wanted in bed. Holy shit. Holy God fucking shit, my body went hot all over just from saying it. The thought of him having some kind of authority over me turned me on. The verbal acknowledgment of his having authority over me?My gears cranked in all the right ways and I was desperately trying to ignore the feeling of heat. Oooohh. Okay. We’re still good. Removed, lubed, another finger.“Please, Scott. Please fuck me,” was all I could say. The butterflies gone, replaced by lust. “I want you inside me,” I moaned. Or shouted, I’m still unsure of which. He removed his fingers yet again. This time, I could hear the condom wrapper being ripped. I heard him unroll the condom onto his cock. I heard the lube bottle squirt. I looked into the mirror at the other side of his bed and could see his lust-filled eyes.