Soon I was coming and she was too. It had been a longtime for me: Jane isn’t in to such things.When we were done, Leslie was happy as a clam. ...e lucked out thatno one was waiting when we left the bathroom. Back at the table,Leslie was still acting like the cat that ate the canary. Then shetold me she didn’t have a place to stay and asked if she could justcrash for the night at my place.I could well imagine how Jane (and Kate) would take that idea. Myhippie friend from college. . He happily obliged and we sat in his room. Him on the computer, me watching tv. After a while he got up and laid down next to me, I rubbed his arm as innocently as anyone would rub a family member. It was like he was sort of moaning while I did this. His skin was so soft and I wanted to keep touching him, I would have made an excuse to. he grabs my arm, and pulls me into a kiss... I don't know what to do. I laugh it off and he is content for a while before pulling me in again, still nervous,. It hurt but mostly caught me off guard. I was a little upset but instantly It gave me an idea! We gathered in the middle of some heavy trees and I told him he owed me for shooting me. Colby looked puzzled and said sorry but what can I do to say sorry? I smiled and said well how bout you give me a hand job out here. Colby replied with a smile and said right now? I indeed said yes! So he waisted no time. He unzipped my pants and we layed down on a piece of cardboard. We got right next to each. We kissed again and I touched her all over. Everything about her was soft! The tender cushion of her lips, the softness of her tiny frail arms, the ripple of her ribs beneath my fingers, and the minute tuft of breast and its stimulated nipple excited me over and over. From her threadlike collarbones to her feet she was this divine vision of gossamer beauty. She looked at me with those big brown eyes and smiled, “So, now it’s your turn.” She slowly unbuttoned my blouse exposing my rather small.