Sandra laughed. Laughed! How dare she. I was insulted."I was not." I wiped my chin. Apparently a bit of sauce had managed to escape. Sandra laughed ag...in. Bitch!"That's okay. I'm used to it."What the hell. "You should be. Woman like you. That was the first thing... no... the second thing... I thought of when I saw you at the bar." Oh, so you thought the drunk girl was "easy," did you? Now I'm definitely not sleeping with you." No. That wasn't it. I just thought how pretty you were, and that if. I didn’t have a chance to think as she firmly planted her lips against mine. I sat there stunned, then as I slowly came to my sense about what was happening, Becka pulled away, her eyes looked at me questioningly and she blushed. “I’m so sorry… I don’t…I should never have done that” I pulled her to me and kissed her hard, my tongue gliding slowly and lightly over her pouty lower lip, eliciting a gasp from her. I smiled against her lips and felt her pull me tighter against her. Her tongue. After a few moments the door opened a few inches, secured by a chain."Who's there?" A voice called through the opening."My name is Vicky." I said."Where are you? I don't see you." I'm a friend of Ken's and I've locked myself out of the house. Can you help me?" Why don't you knock on his door?" I did. He must be asleep or something." What do you want me to do?" I don't know. Help me." How do I know who you are? You could be anyone. You could be trying to rob me. Why are you hiding?"Oh God, I. .it was one of those kisses that lets you lose yourself in the feeling, the sensation of her lips, the taste of her mouth, and the exhilaration of our darting tongues, fast at times, then slow and languorous. As our tongues entwined, our bodies merged together, leaning against the side of the bridge wall, every part of us touching, her firm breasts against my chest, my growing bulge pressed against her, our legs touching, our arms pressing us tighter.The kiss endured as then our hands tried to.