I would edge her for days--six was our record--but she could never return that control. A sub at heart, Ava loved to appease my pleasure. She would ha...e found this new stranger attractive as well. Both my face and my pussy grew warmer at the thought.My mind rubbed up against his, trying to read through his thoughts. Imagining his curiosity in my current state. Wondering if he’d enjoy a show. If he’d stroke himself as I pinched and slapped my clit.When I looked up and found him watching me over. He reached in front of me and lifted the bottom of my nightgown up. I let out a small moan as his fingers rubbed my pussy. He moved my thin panties out of the way and gently circled my clit before pulling his hand away. “You’re so fucking wet baby, god I bet you could take my cock no problem.” I felt his erection against my ass. He was throbbing and pressing into me, with only the fabric of his boxers separating us. I knew it was wrong but I couldn’t stop myself. I pressed back against him and. He looked at the meal the lunch ladies had served. ‘Damn,’ he muttered under his breath, as he took a spoonful of corn and putting it on the tray. He finished getting his lunch, and sat his tray down at the round table where he sat with his friends. He went to the vending machines just in the hallway that connected to the cafeteria. He took a crisp bill that he got from his job at the local diner, John’s Pizzeria, which was a popular hangout. A can of soda in hand, he returned to his seat,. Much as Emma loved Charlotte, and very flattered by Charlotte’s love for her, her best friend could never be quite the same as her darling Maisie. Charlotte was really only a friend rather than a lover. A close friend, that was true, but a friend nevertheless. The few nights she slept with Maisie no longer seemed to have the same meaning and passion it once had, although Maisie still insisted that Emma was her girlfriend and Susan was just a friend. In fact, Emma suspected that it was only.