Then, one night we were laying together face to face with my legs over hers and our pussies got closer and closer. She started to pull me in and I thr...sted forward. We started grinding on each other and it felt so fucking good. I had just learned how to masturbate so I was still learning and figuring out all of these sensations. We started to kiss, then she put her tongue in my mouth and we were fully making out. This was my first kiss, first time touching someone like this and being touched. She also kept me informed on what happened to my little soviet friends, Natalia and Sasha. Apparently, Sasha had died of a drug overdose three years ago and Natalia had moved back to the motherland, setting up the Moscow chapter of the Red Roses. I got a postcard from her every now and again, most of which I couldn’t keep around the house. Tish impressed me by quitting her P.I. job and going back to the police, this time the state police, working her way up to sergeant. She’d earned several. The memory surfaced halfway through a shower. I’d closed and locked the door hoping beyond hope that Jeff would get up and leave. After the bar, we had sat on the couch and kissed for a good half hour before he pulled me into the bedroom. His hands were everywhere, staring at my face, drawing down to the seam of my bra, and lower to the button on my Sevens. I wanted so badly to tell my past self to wake up, stop, but it didn’t listen. Where was my fucking mother hen? ‘So Cal. .’ he giggled. She had a string anklet tied around one of her slim ankles, and her feet were tan with long, sexy toes. I imagined that she wore sexy, little cotton panties beneath the shorts.I looked over at my friend Todd. He had a stunned look on his face, but I knew that deep down he really wanted to do it. We were dressed in cut offs as well, T-shirts, sweat socks, and I had on white, cotton briefs: it was likely he wore the same thing under his shorts. "I'm not taking my clothes off," he said " Me.