At times, our hips would move together locked in rhythm as if we were joined. It wasn’t as if she just enjoyed dancing, it was more as if she truly ...eeded to. When the dance was over, we both returned to our original partners. Lynn came over and grabbed my hand trying to get my attention. My mind was, however, a million miles away. As I watched Jill morph back into her usual reticent self, my thoughts could not help but start racing through my head. On the way home in the car that night, Lynn. I walked up to her door and rang the door bell. Brianna opened the door and I couldn't believe my eyes. She had on a short mini skirt that really hugged her hips and a designer light purple t-shirt that had a short midriff that ended above her bellybutton. Brianna also showed around 3” of cleavage while her nipples were clearly visible as her purple top pressed against her breasts. I wanted to jump her right then and there. Anyway, she invited me into her house as I gave her a bottle of wine. They got out and they hiked. Paul looked back at her, “I told you so.” He smiled at her as she struggled with the terrain and high heels. Finally Paul succumbed to Jessica falling behind and put her over his shoulders, carrying her with him. “It isn’t much farther now to where we are going.” Paul said. The woods got thicker and deeper and it was at least a quarter mile that Paul had carried her before sitting her down and breathing heavily. “Are we taking a break?” Jessica asked. Paul shook his. "Brody, trust me when I say that telling a woman you've had a lot of experience with other women is not necessarily a good selling point." "Ouch!" Brody put a hand over his chest. Once again, Ryan couldn't stifle a laugh. "I'm sure you'll recover. But you'll recover alone." She emphasized the last word as he was about to speak, sure that another half-serious proposition was on the way. "Thanks again, Brody." "You're welcome." He reached over and squeezed her arm. "I had a good time, really. And.