When they got to the apartment the door was opened by a well-kept middle aged grey-haired gentleman in a business suit. He smiled a welcoming smile. "...ou must be Stacey and Eleanor," he said. "Hannah has told me so much about you. I should be able to tell who is who." He turned to Stacey. "You must be Stacey; that hair colour gives you away." He shook her hand "I'm George Hamsun." How do you do Mr. Hamsun," Stacey said. The man's handshake was firm and confidence inspiring."And you must be. She looked cozy. Comfortable. Snug as a bug in a rug. It felt like Our Moment, and I so wanted to kiss her.I froze. I'd long since figured out how to hump a pillow to orgasm, and in due course, I'd found a guy to release me from the shackle of virginity. Shortly thereafter, I kissed my first girl to sate my curiosity. I'd liked it well enough to get naked and very down and dirty with my roomie in our first year when we were between boyfriends.I soon came to prefer her skilled and endlessly. I'm not a virgin now and it was... ? I can't describe it, but it was the most... Well, you know what I mean because you've done it, too.Bill is really not bad. In fact, I like him. I guess he had to do it the way he did in order to show me how good it is. I understand why Sue lets him do all those things to her, now.But I'm worn out. He must have rearranged me, inside, or he'd have never got it all in me. I never dreamed that a guy's... you know... was as big. Was it like that with you?Your. It wasn't hard to tell that Kathy was getting completely bombed. With every slow song that came on, her and Betty were holding each other closer and closer and the hands were starting to slip down the backs and onto each others asses.After a another song, fast this time, had ended and both of the girls took a sip of their drinks, the next number to play was "The Stripper". Betty jumped up and started to do the bump and grind. She held out her hand for Kathy to join but she wouldn't do it. Gene.