He following story is created for a very, inspiring, lets say, friend.. It does build up to a very rewarding ending, I just wanted to build up some te...sion before that, trying to describe a few of the many things that'd be going through my head in this scenario :) I do hope you enjoy it and get at least half as horny as I've gotten writing and thinking about it, over and over again >. ‘Not like Cathy’ Maria said, ‘she looks like slut.’ She offered Janelle a cigarette. Janelle took it, she knew how sexy she looked when she tossed her hair around and blew smoke into air.The band was only playing till midnight, so Janelle knew she had to move quickly. At about nine o’clock she decided on her target when Stephen Charvat walked in. Stephen had the reputation as the stud of Wellington. He had cut a swathe through the sluts around the little town and the rumour was that he’d even. It was one perfect night, I admitted that to myself at the time, and to Charlie when I spoke to him, but I never thought there would be more. I fantasised about it, sure, made myself come with remembering what he had done to me and how incredible it felt, and with imagining scenarios like just now, when he came to me, told me how he felt, and kissed me senseless. Was I still dreaming? That my lips were still tingling and I was wet and aching between my legs said I wasn’t, but other than that it. His clothing reminded me of those of Peg’s and there was some comfort in the familiar uniform.I trembled all over as I covered my breasts with my arm suddenly feeling very naked and vulnerable and took a half step back. He took another cautious step towards me holding out his hand in friendship and asked, “Do you speak English?”“Yes,” I said, “I need your help,” and I dropped to my knees in exhaustion, both physical and mental. The warm water swirled around my legs as he rushed to me and.