”“You like attitude.”“Bad attitude.” I stroked my fingertips up onto her bare lower back, curled my fingers and ran the surface of one finge...nail down either side of her spine.“Mmmmm,” she murmured into my ear, then eased her long fingers into my hair and her lips onto mine.“Errr...” I heard from the kitchen.“Oh sorry Faye,” I disengaged from Alice, “I forgot you wouldn’t know about a halogen hob. It is obscure.”We made lunch, ate it, thanked Faye, and washed up. Then Alice led the way up to. My face reddened. I had just called my guy best friend cute. My gaybest friend. I looked back into his light green eyes, and he stared back. It was silent as he leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. My mind told me it was wrong to be kissing him, but who was I kidding. I knew I liked it, I wanted it. I kissed him back gently, and then pulled away. He pulled me back to him and kissed me again, with just a touch more pressure. I could sense the urgency, the want and need of my lips on his. I. He stroked his chest, prodding his pecs, which were adorned with more grey hairs than dark ones now, but he still had taut skin and his musculature was healthy and respectably defined.He sat down on the sofa, with his arousal wavering in the uncertainty of what was going to happen. As he was beginning to concoct all sorts of bizarre explanations for the situation, the reality that he was sitting naked in his neighbour’s house began to sink in. Before he had time to panic, the living room door. When she looked down and saw my hard cock. She giggled and told me she would be glad to take care of that for me! I didn’t think Liz thought the same way I did, but I guess she did. I leaned over and kissed her tenderly on the lips. She opened her mouth as she kissed me, her tongue and mine tasting each other’s mouth for the first time. I slid my hand down to the top of her halter, and my hand went inside, quickly finding the breast and the nipple as it hardened in my palm. Liz reached down.