She is intrigued by the idea of teasing this attractive older man. She adjusts her top to make sure too much cleavage isn't showing. She modestly pull... down her dress, only to accidentally allow me to see her inner thighs again. Heating me up, then feigning modesty, and cooling me down. Only to repeat it again. And again.I try to hide my arousal with my book. She tries to hide her arousal by covering her breasts -- her nipples are pressing out against the fabric of her top... clearly visible. “Your lips always were lovely.” A warm glow began to grow within me. His lips touched mine again and this time I let them do their work, prising open my own lips, sliding over them softly until we were finally in a real if awkward embrace. My body was still stiff but my arms slipped automatically around his back. He forced my mouth a little wider and a long, thin tongue slipped between my lips. Memories of time spent behind the school pavilion came flooding back; illicit kissing with boys after. In fact, both had totally forgotten about getting lost in general. They were now solely focused on the two of them. She on trying to keep their friendship, he also, but hoping there is some chance he could be with her. She was the one that finally began. “Look Joshua,” she paused there to take a breath. “Look, I like you, I love you as a friend. But we’d never work out. It’s not like I haven’t thought about it. Obviously we get along great. But sexually I am – well, you know what my sex life is. It all worked out pretty well, because he would disappear when I brought a chick around to bonk and when he was getting some action he usually went to the other guy's place. So all in all things were pretty great. Then one afternoon... It at mid-term and I'd just blown a test that I couldn't afford to mess up on and I was pretty fucking depressed. I took my girlfriend out for a sandwich and was planning on a god time that night to help me forget my troubles when just before it was time to.