Wir sind uns ganz nah. Ich kann ihren Atem spüren. Ihre Erregung. WIr sehen uns an und lesen in unseren Augen. Jeder von uns ist erregt. Ich komme ih...re näher! Viel näher....! Mein Schenkel berührt ihren Schenkel. Meine andere Hand lasse ich langsam über ihren Schenkel gleiten. Sie schließt kurz die Augen. Ich lasse meine Hand zwischen ihre Schenkel gleiten. Sanft gleiten meine Finger über ihre Naht an der Hose zwischen den Beinen. Unglaublich, leicht öffnet sie ihre Schenkel.MMh, wie geil das. I’ve fallen for it, too.”“Yeah, well, so have a bunch of other people. I found out she used to go out with Heather’s boyfriend Bill, too. Fifteen, and she’s already been with you, me, Brian, Bill, John, and who knows how many others.”“Well, if it’s any consolation, she didn’t do much with Bill. Supposedly John was her first lay.”“Supposedly I was, too,” I countered. “Or so I thought. I was just watching her last night, when she gave me ‘that look’, as you put it. I wondered if she’d given all. His car hadn't come cheap. The in-car entertainment, the military-grade chassis, the navigation aids and climate control all cost a pretty penny, but they were of the highest quality. Lance could survive a World War in relative comfort, as long as he didn't have to wind down the windows or refuel the engine.Today, Lance was in a state of excited anticipation, which was reflected by his choice of loud electronic swing music on the car radio, interspersed every two minutes or so by an ad for loan. Christmas Eve and I was alone. It was mostly by choice as I did not feel the need to socialize with relatives nor feel like acting as a guest at some other gathering. Sure parties were an alternative, but I had my own alcohol and was able to walk freely in my lingerie. Remembering an old comic strip, I wrote Santa a seductive note, Ran out of cookies and milk, so here is your treat. Then drew an arrow pointing to me. Placed it on a plate and fantasized about what could happen. One more sip.