With a beer or without it, I always enjoy spending time with him.It was Saturday night, so I joined in. But he was just doing his work with his laptop...while I was sipping my beer in silence. To break the silence, I asked, “So never kissed anyone huh?” He turned towards me. the annoyance clear in his eyes that we’re still discussing a topic that makes him uncomfortable.He said, “Zee, I told you. No.” Just to annoy him more I asked, “Wanna try?” Believe me guys and girls I never had any such. “We stopped to get something to eat, and we heard a rumor that we need to verify because it will involve us pretty soon.”“What rumor?”“Tim Murphy from Roosevelt has been promoted to the JV.”“Who?”“Remember the video I showed you? They called it ... um...” Rodney looked to his friend for help.“The perfect defensive player.”“Right. The perfect defensive player.”The recognition quickly overcame the coach’s face. “Oh yeah, that player that got you all worried. What happened to him? Did he get hurt. We were at that stage where anything was funny. If one of us farted the other one laughed hysterically. Travis may have drunk more than me, because he would drift off, as if he were half passed-out, and would come back awake. He’d say something stupid and giggle and then put his head back and be gone. I watched him, and I became more and more…what?...intrigued?...aroused?...excited? Whatever, while he had his head back, I reached out and began groping him. Now you may not think I was drunk,. I was on tip toes as he pushed me further and further, his fingers deep inside me, sliding in and out and then pushing against me and into me. My hips moved toward him, almost fucking his fingers, and he slid them out and massaged my clit in a wet frenzy. I couldn’t close my mouth, I couldn’t hold on, my hips were right off the bed, my hands grasping on tightly to keep myself on the ground. And then his tongue was on me. It was along my clit, tasting me and sucking at me, swirling and dipping.