“Let’s go to the garden. Just leave your jacket on.”She led me to the garden. She slipped her arm around me.“Steve, talk to me, please.”We w...lked for a bit while I gathered my thoughts.“You’re scaring me,” Becky said softly. “What’s bothering you? Why won’t you talk about it?”“It’s difficult. I don’t even know where to begin.”She started sobbing, “Do you want to stop seeing me?”“Oh Becky no, that’s not it at all. It’s not. It’s exactly the opposite.”“What?”“We need to figure out how we can be. I would have been happy to continue this indefinitely, but he had other ideas. He pushed me up and slid out from under me, still leaving me on my knees on the seat of the sofa facing the back. He stood behind me and lifted my miniskirt to expose my smooth ass. It was at just the right level for being taken again. It was at this point, when I turned my head back to look at him, that I noticed I had not drawn the window drapes. They were more than half open. We were on the ground floor, so we. "Then you know what I want to do."Christy's arms went around her young friend and pressed her body tighter against her. As their kiss grew more passionate, she felt her own nipples harden and her pussy start to moisten. Of all the ways she had imagined this moment, she never thought that Megan would be the one to instigate it.Megan loved the way Christy's body felt against hers. She had lain in bed on many nights thinking of her, thinking how good it would feel to have her laying naked beside. Tim and Abbie are almost to the end of the street. They recognize as the road on which Wilde Peacock is located. They sprint the block to the bar, and walk is shaking the rain off them.Laughing at their dilemma, Tim and Abbie find seats at the bar. The place is not that crowded, but hey, it is Sunday afternoon after all. But there are several regulars around the bar and at some of the tables. The jukebox is playing some lazy afternoon tunes, and a few people are dancing to it on the corner.