We held each other as she finished her good cry. Finally I gave her another kiss and this time I felt some special response. Her lips were swollen, ve...y sensitive, and kissable. I kissed them and she kissed back a little awkwardly to be sure. She hadn't had a lot of practice. That's what this session was for. To teach her what she should have learned long ago.This was the beginning. I made sure she was laid out comfortably on her bed. She was quite tense enough to feel it in the air. But I knew. We would meet after class as group but I never nerved up to ask her out. Well one night while all six of us were working on our final project at my little cupcake apartment, everyone else had to go because it was getting late but I wanted to work a little while longer. It was about 1am and we were flirting back and forth but I figured it was just friendly flirting. She left the room and I was still working. She came back wearing just a bra and a g-string. My jaw hit the floor!!! I was like what. Athena rode the adrenaline from the crowd, doing the “I can’t hear you” sign to the crowd.She went to the top rope, beckoning for her opponent to get up. Athena launched. Miss Jackie dodged. Miss Jackie threw an elbow, which she missed. Athena threw one back. Miss Jackie threw a clothesline, which Athena ducked, countered with a headbutt, and did a Superman Punch she calls affectionately “Fist of Athena.” Then she did her finishing move, a facebuster called “Mira Aqui!" She pinned her, as the. I didn't need a diagram to figure out what was going on. How could a guy let another man fuck his wife? And then sample the evidence with his hand and tongue? There's no way I could, or would, do anything like that. Could I? All I know is I was getting turned on watching the events unfold in front of me. I just wished I could have been closer and heard what they said. I definitely looked at all three of them differently after that night. I also looked at Marge differently. I wondered if Mike.