“Drink up,” he said. “We can celebrate your birthday better if it’s just the two of us, believe me.”She swallowed down the julep, needing th... courage Kimber had earlier mentioned. Then on a scared impulse she said, “I feel kind of bad about my friend Stacey. She wasn’t part of the whole dare thing; in fact she was trying to stop it. It seems a bit mean to leave her.”He considered her a moment and seemed to arrive at a decision. “Look, I’m a fly-by-night, Brooke—here today and gone tomorrow.. I looked back at him and could not help it. I could not stop what I did next if I had tried with every fibre of my being. Reaching out my hand I took his and held it and gently pulled him forward. He brought his eyes to mine and we moved together, I closed my eyes as our lips gently touched and kissed him lightly and softly. He brought a hand up and gently cupped the back of my head as our tongues emerged and we began kissing in a soft and caring manner I had never experienced before. He must. It's more of a ****...female r****g male, of course.I've taken up yoga. After years of intense sports, regimented running, and triathlons, yoga seemed like something wholesome for my body. And my mind.My favorite yoga class is taught by Kim. I like the class's focus on breathing, on the slow, mindful connection of body and spirit, on the gentleness and nourishment we can give ourselves. I also like Kim.She's amazingly young...maybe twenty-four, twenty-five at the most. She's small...possibly. As I painted her one foot I could feel her toes on the other foot wiggling in my crotch. It was very hard to concentrate on the task at hand as my cock got harder with each wiggle. I finally finished painting her one foot with the bright candy apple red that she had picked out and she moved it off to my side and place her other foot up to be done. Finishing the second foot I sat there wondering how I was going to stand up infront of her with a rock hard cock in my shorts. I’m sure she must.