"What?" I said loudly. "He said that he knows for sure that we are just by the way that we act and hang out a lot and that if he comes back and catch...s us doing something with each other he will have proven his theory and also he would help keep our secret and won't tell anyone else" Stephanie said with a straight face. I know she wasn't k**ding but at the same time I knew we weren't lesbians, but she was persistent on going through with this and getting it over with and then he would leave. For any of you who have ever been to a large metropolitan area's air terminal on such a date you can appreciate the chaos that results from having five times as many people in the building as the fire code probably allows. It was wall-to-wall people pushing from one place to the next, all of them dressed in winter clothing since an early snowstorm had decided to descend upon our fair city. The noise and the crowding were suffocating and Tracy's plane arrived nearly thirty minutes late.But when. Go down lower!" Let's get her nightgown off!" Ron suggested. The rustle of clothing and the temporary surcease of the gentle touching at her breasts told her that they were taking off the little maid's prim white nightgown. Then Arlene felt the girl begin to trace tiny invisible fingernail lines across her rib cage and down along her stomach to the softly indented navel, pausing there to draw a small circle inside. Arlene lay trembling with shame, and Ella felt much the same way, except for the. Fingers running over the fine threads of her top, feeling the contours of her skin underneath. She pressed against me and we both could feel the desire in us mounting. We walked up the corridor, every five yards kissing and reaching under each other's clothes. Fingers on skin, caring nothing for the airport video scanners or occasional passengers passing. The danger of being seen making us hotter and me harder. How we managed to get through passports, retrieve bags, and exit customs with.