That delicious pressure, that feeling of pushing into wet flesh. I brought one leg up on the side of her thigh and settled my cunny lips directly over...hers, touching our slits, arching myself until our pink centers merged. Began to slide together. She opening her legs wide, tipped her sex to me, and as soon as I felt her wetness I could not lay still. Oh my god, how I squirmed! There is no way to describe. How soft, how we slid together. I could feel my pussy lips, inner and outer, slide right. I pick up the receiver. "Mac's ten minutes." The line goes dead before I can answer. I panic. I don't have time to change. I pull my jeans on and a jean shirt over my leotard. I pull into the lot. I look for the truck. I spot it in a dark corner. I walk in and see Pete. He points to the truck and gives me a sign of five minutes. I rush out to the truck. I open the door and see Amber in her usual pose. She has jeans on with a red silk top. I see her feet they are stretching the nylon that covers. There was nothing for him to do here. And that meant that the weaponry programming built into Brash’s very genetic sequence kicked on. When he lacked a target, an objective, or a place to recharge his biological, arcane and psionic energies, Brash the Dragon was designed to find one of the above.Or, as Brash saw it... “Need somebody to huuuuug!” Brash skipped forward down the corridor, singing along to the tune of Queen’s Need Somebody to Love. He was barely through misremembering the lyrics on. ’ It wasn’t really over, though. He’d been an asshole. He knew this, but that didn’t mean he was anywhere near okay with the fact that less than twenty-four hours after they’d argued about Andreas, the first person he saw her with tonight was fucking Andreas. Yeah, he didn’t put it past the asshole to hit on her, buy her a drink, like she’d said, but how fucking hard was it to walk away from someone? He took another long swallow from his beer. Seeing her with Andreas…it’d done weird, angry.