There was no hint of jealousy in Greg's voice, nor in his demeanor. Mike was relieved; suspicion on Greg's part could have doomed the whole thing."An...a told me you had a proposition." Blunt, just like Anya.Mike smiled. "You want something to eat while we discuss it?"Greg shook his head. "Nah. It was pizza night at the house. I'm stuffed." My friends and I are sailing my boat in the regatta in a couple of weeks. We're going to be shorthanded, so we need to find a couple of extra. I alternate between lightly biting the skin with my front teeth, and sucking the skin softly into my mouth -- without giving you a hicky. You follow my lead, but with greater abandon. A couple of times I wince in pain, but a pain that a small part of me enjoys.Slowly I give up my play of your breasts and begin sliding one hand down towards your bikini bottoms. My left hand returns to your upper back where it strokes and performs little circles, while the right hand is pressed up against your. As we chatted, I noticed him stealing glances at Lisa’s tits. After a few more minutes, I decided to take a chance and leaned in closer to this young guy’s ear as I simultaneously grabbed his arse and said, “She’ll suck your cock if you want.” He seemed completely lost for words, but after a quick check around the room to make sure he really wouldn’t be noticed, he nodded. I moved my hand around to the front of his jeans and squeezed his cock. Lisa grinned as she unzipped him and pulled already. I had a dozen roses delivered to her dorm room. I made reservations for dinner at the same restaurant where we'd had our first date. The evening was low-key, full of romance, and most definitely "us". And later that night, when me made love, it was not about "getting laid". It was about what we shared together, and for me, it was about what she wanted.Suffice it to say, I was becoming more and more disgusted with the person I'd been in the other timeline. I no longer wanted to be anything like.