He started shaving off the hair above and the sides of the lip region and was carefully shaving the region below. Half way through he spread the lips ...ider with his fingers. “hmm nice pink flesh geetha madam”. With that he started stroking my clit just above the lips… First gently and then with force. He kneaded it with his fingers and pinched the clit. It was too much for me and I arched my hip on air and moaned aloud. I was at the verge of coming but felt that a pair of hands over my head. I watched the tussle for a few seconds, and then moved into the kitchen, where one of my roommates recruited me to help him set up a batch of margaritas. The party proceeded as parties do. I floated around, dipping into conversations, nudging smokers out onto the porch, picking up empty glasses from the floor, disposing of a couple margaritas myself. Around 1, I was doing some dishes in the kitchen (go figure—I hate doing dishes sober), when I felt a hand on my waist. It was Molly, close enough. It’s true he had talked with me while I was away and told me we might not be right for each other but I figured it was just his conscience bothering him and once I wrapped my lips around his cock he would change his mind. But as soon as I saw him I realized that wouldn’t be the case. His face had an expression on it I had never seen there before, a look of steely determination. We hugged but when I tried to really press against his body he held me back from him.“Ash we have to talk” he said all. She missed the off color jokes and the insults that she loved. In fact, he barely talked. Maybe he’s found someone, she thought; someone young and husband-free. He didn’t even seem to notice as she slipped by him, chiding herself for wanting to cry. She was already past him when a hand caught hers. She dropped her bag when he reeled her in and crushed his mouth over hers. *** On some level, he had known it from the moment he turned the key to his room. It wasn’t going to work. But feelings.