I want you to so bad.” She leaned closer and we shared a slow, intimate kiss. “That’s all you had to say,” she whispered, repeating my own...words back to me. Smoothly, her fingers slid back up, glanced off my belly button, and pressed just hard enough to duck under the elastic of my panties. I started breathing faster and faster as I felt her hand running through the hair down there. She slid her fingers over the very surface of my pussy lips and my hips bucked in response. She didn’t. When she and all the other girls in the high school sexual club had stripped down to only bra and thong panties, Janet loved noticing the large bulge in Bob's boxer shorts as he sat there on the couch next to her. She could feel her pussy growing noticeably wet and horny from anticipating fucking Bob and especially the sexual excitement of her and Ron finally bringing into reality their fantasies of creating a group where they could regularly have sex with the hottest 18-year olds in the high. A four-poster bed sat in the middle of the room, the wood whitewashed. The canopy that stretched over the posts and came down as curtains was the same deep green that made up the lacy curtains. Around the bed was a black curtain, made of silk to be pulled around at night, keeping the noise and light out of her private little place. The silk was warm in the winter and cool in the summer, making it the perfect fabric for that curtain. Under her bed was a small, worn wood chest. Dezi looked down. We had pretty much gotten all settled in by the end of the week, only a few odds and ends to be seen too, one of which was unpacking and rearranging my room just a bit. Mom had planned on helping me sort through things and getting situated before I had to head off to my own part-time job later that afternoon. I figured it was time to reveal the contents of the envelope, and let her be aware of them, though Danny and I had already discussed doing it this way, and not letting on that we'd already.