They were regularly sleeping together, but not sleeping together. Matt stayed at Dianna's, or Dianna spent the night at Matt's, two or three nights a ...eek. They explored each other's bodies, but the final act of consummation was yet to occur.Since Dianna still worked many weekends, they came up with a compromise for going out: Friday night became Matt's night to go out with his friends. Saturday night he met Dianna at the place she and the other Skyline Girls were working and waited patiently. There was a freight elevator, but we didn’t want to take a chance with it because of the noise that it would make—there had to be at least one guard on duty, and there were probably more than just one.We found the stairs going down and slowly made our way to the cellar. We were afraid of a loose board, so we were in no hurry to trust a step with our weight. An anti-gravity belt would have been handy right then, but we didn’t know where to find any of those so we made do with the old fashion. My brain was whirling with everything—from speculation to the when, how, and where the next attack against us would come from, to how bloody long it was going to be before Angie gave in to her desires.I was sitting eating my ham on rye, looking out into the moonlit backyard, when movement caught my eye. Someone was swimming, but I couldn’t make out who, just that they were female. My curiosity piqued, I wiped the crumbs from my hands, opened the sliding glass door, and started walking towards. It would do her good, she was so uptight, she needed it more than anyone else on the team.Sleethe lifted her clear off the sodden cushions, holding her ass aloft as he thrusted, every twitch of his hips translating into an almost sickening pleasure that crawled through Lena’s exhausted body like electricity. Beads of sweat were knocked from her body by the force of his impacts, her mind fading as she felt that familiar heat welling in her loins, a stupid grin spreading across her face as if she.