I think you're a really nice guy, and I like spending time with you. Is that so weird?" Sort of, yeah," I said with a laugh. "But to be honest, I enjo... your company too." Well good," she said, molding her body back into mine. "Just don't think that because it's prom you're going to get any from me. You've got Gemma for that!"And I did spend the night with Gemma, but Helen stayed with us remarkably late. We dropped her off when Gemma indicated that we could do that, or Helen could watch us go at. At first I thought I was just imagining things, the victim of daydreams and wishful thinking. But eventually, I couldn’t deny I was right, and those were her two gorgeous, little nipples poking eagerly through her thin top the entire meal. I’m certain she caught me staring more than once, but how could I ignore them? I couldn’t help but imagine how they would feel between my lips instead of slices of eggplant and sausage.“How are they?”“Hm?”“How is it?” she repeated herself. “The meal?”“Oh,. " Thanks," I say, then blush, embarrassed that I took what he said as acompliment rather than a commentary on the deficiencies of my cupboard. Meanwhile, the coffee machine hisses and sputters. "I'm going to make myself tea if you don't mind." Knock yourself out," he says, looking for somewhere to put out hiscigarette and deciding to just crush it out in the sink. "Coffee this late will just keep me awake all night."He looks at me as if I were deranged. "I mean...well, I guess I won't be. The horny, loud-mouthed slut who would beg for cock in the heat of the moment. The girl every boy’s mother warned him about. The one who was truly happiest when the man she loved was thrusting inside her body. My skin flushed but there was no respite from Adam’s lust-filled descriptions. No sanctuary where my mind could take stock of his words. “First I’d make you come against my face of course, because the way your juice dribbles over my chin makes me rock hard. The taste of you, the sweet.