. need light..."Jo?!" "Jo!" "Josie?" "Where are you?" "JO! If you can hear me make somenoise!"Still can't remember what happened... I was working on t...emachine...then light...then nothing. I feel so strange..."Dammit!" Why can't I walk straight? Here's a flashlight, finally."Jo! Where are you sweetheart? Please answer me!"Ringing in my ears...oh, the fire alarm. Here's the panel. Enough ofthat."Jo! "Okay, fire's out, but my head's still cloudy, and now a headache? Great.Oh well, the main. Being teenage boys, they finally began comparing notes on how far they had gotten with the opposite sex, but while they each admitted the most they had gotten was a blow job, neither confided the secret of who had given it to them. Little did they know just how much they had in common.Just then, they heard the clip-clopping of sandals on the concrete deck, and looked up to see the women who had given them their first blowjobs walking towards them. They were both wearing conservative beach. Very quickly, so she won't see what I'm doing, I reach down into my shorts and make myself a little more comfortable.Her head is turned to face me now, eyes closed, a smile on her lips. She is the very picture of contentment, but isn't done with me yet. I notice that the arm nearest me lies along the length of her body, leaving her hand desperately close to the bulge in my shorts. She need only curl her fingers upwards and she'll touch me. Softly, she speaks.'Rub my back.'It's a request I'm. There was no call for it. Not with her. Where Arach was wild and had a touch of crazy in her amber eyes, Tear was gentle and sweet. But she was a dark elf, so my first instinct was to light her up. I hadn’t done it though. I was learning, and I’d come to accept their presence nearby, had adapted to it. Mostly. Except for the touching.Truly, what was it with those two, their constant need for touching, fondling and kissing? Clashing natures, is what they were. Warrior-priestesses and creatures.