Martha said, pinning a broach on her collar, "Did you hear what I said?"I said, annoyed, "Are you fixing me up again?"Martha said, "Yes."I sighed, hea...ily, making sure she heard it.Martha said, "And it so happens she already knows you. Sort of. Her name is Anita."Ronnie straightened up and stared at Martha. "Anita? Is that the same Anita I met? From last spring?"Martha nodded.Ronnie turned to me, "Hey, Steven, congratulations. You've hit the big time. Aneeeeeta. The Cisco Kid's daughter."Martha. I asked Vicky, Emily and Will to come and see me on the Saturday afternoon before my birthday so I could tell them my plans.“I found this.” I held up the plane tickets that Clarissa and I had booked for the flight to New York in January.“And?” said Vicky.“And ... Seems a shame to waste it.”“So...” said Emily, “You’re... going?”I nodded. “Next week. I called the airline and they were happy to let me change the date. They wouldn’t give me a refund on the other ticket though. Not that I expected. I begin to softly kiss your neck as you giggle turn towards me and we begin to kiss first slowly but then the kisses become more passionate and deep. As we continue to make out, I place my hand on your thigh and to my delight I feel you open up your legs to me. I slide my hand under your skirt to discover you are wearing your crotchless panties that are so hot. I begin to play with your clit as we continue to kiss between your soft moans. Then I start sliding my fingers inside your already. We had been friends and stayed over on alternate weekends, and all we did was get naked and rub our bodies together and of course finger ourselves, with some pretty amazing results.Our gradual evolutionary climb to using hairbrushes and drawing implements, like pens and markers, fell by the wayside due to their inflexible hardness and both our mothers had hidden their toys, so we were left to improvise, with naughty thoughts, and carrots and parsnips, but only after the canned variety were.