Arlene resented the flashy, cheap way the woman dressed, and the flirtatious way she carried on in the presence of men. Then she mentally chastised he...self. How could she possibly be so critical of Barbara after what had happened last night?Barbara stayed only long enough to drink a cup of coffee and invite Arlene over to a party that evening. The last thing in the world Arlene felt like was attending a party - especially one of the typically raucous kind the Carters gave - but she politely. Dale ran her left hand slowly up and down the inside of my right leg, while she kept tracing me with her right. I looked into her eyes and saw that they were nearly closed, and her breath was coming in short gasps again, mine was too. She lowered her face to mine and kissed me again and our tongues played and danced around one another as we gasped for breath. I found my hands on her chest, and could feel what felt like knots under the thin material of her bathing suit. Dale was panting. "Yeah, I guess that's about right." I see. So do you like what Trixie does to you? Are you turning lesbian on me?" he asked, not really understanding their relationship."No! No, Tommy, nothing like that. I still love you, I do. It's just that Trixie is my only other friend and my only girl friend. We connect and we talk and well, we understand each other on a whole different level than a man and a woman. It's hard to explain, but a woman needs to connect with other women so we can share our. This wasn't the first or the last time I drove with my pants around my ankles, right arm on the backrest, left hand steering & her head moving up & down like a sewing machine. We had been together well over a year & sexually made one hell of a team. The women's bathroom at a bar, park trails, front porch, all no comparison to how this night ended. She came up for air & slid her right leg across my lap placing her wet pussy onto my gearshift. She didn't know how to drive stick but she was going.