But she was the sexiest. Well, the second-sexiest. Very quickly, I changed the subject. "What about you? What's one of your sexual fantasies?"Melanie ...hought very hard before answering. "I want to be taken. Hard. I don't want to be dominated ... not in an S&M kind of way."She paused to take a deep breath."My ex ... he never made love to me," she winced. "He would fuck me. He never seemed like he really wanted to be with me. And he was never worried about me ... sexually, ya'know? It's like when. When my weight reached a plateau and wouldn’t budge for weeks, I kept my resolve by promising myself something really special if and when I hit my target. And I have. I treated myself to a turquoise blue, shimmery, silky teddy. The top is lace that is a little see-through, just enough for a peek of nipple here and there. The thin straps that hold it up are easy to slide down my shoulders, letting it drop to the ground in one quick movement. Looking in the mirror, I feel like a gift-wrapped. I took Lois’ hand and went to the table with the Champaign and refilled our glasses. I then walked us away from the rest and into a quieter den that was lit but not brightly. I gently pulled her down onto a sofa in the room.“Lois, that kiss was electrifying again.”“Did you like it?”“Yes. I just hadn’t thought to receive it almost every time we kiss. I want to know what you think.”“I enjoyed it. I do love you, Randy.” She pulled me to her and we kissed again with even more passion. We finally. And at the edge of the meadow, in the deep shade of an old oak, Debbie Cohen was sitting astride the waist of Tyler Davis. As she continued to look around, Debbie wondered if any of those other people realized Tyler was softly massaging her breasts. Of course they didn’t, she told herself. Since she was on top of him and leaning forward, her unbuttoned vest acted like a curtain, concealing his activities. No one could tell he’d pushed her T-shirt up so far, if it weren’t for the vest, and his.