"Err... You know. Anyway..." He held out the book to her.She took the book and said, "Thank you, and it's okay. It's sort of flattering that you'd eve...n want to look, I guess." The words tumbled from her lips before she thought better of them, and she realized that she'd leaned against the doorjamb, striking a flirty pose as well."They're great," the dark-haired man interjected."Dude," the blond scolded, and elbowed his friend.Some part of her — conscience, common sense, or something — screamed. We "fled" back to our place, nudged our bodies awake and cleaned up.Lucia and I took a shower. Not that we needed it, mind you, but we reeked with the wonderful fragrance of sex. We restrained ourselves in the shower; we got the final soap rinsed off and dried ourselves most of the way before we lost it.Lucia sat on the bathroom counter atop her towel, spread her legs, and I thrust deeply inside her. She wrapped her legs around my waist, and we had a happy, humpy, slightly-frantic-at-the-end,. Our knees touched from time to time, but not as a means of sexual communication, merely as a result of sitting close to each other. My mind was committed to a night of debauchery, but I wanted to savor the anticipation.We made small talk, such as was appropriate for a pre-seduction meal. At one point, Steve asked me about the previous evening, and I sloughed it off with a casual 'two of his friends got into a little trouble, nothing serious'.It was a Wednesday; no one was waiting for us to. I needed to implement the images in my mind, so desperately that I couldn’t put it into words. I kissed his chest, and made my way down to his nipple, he liked this and I always hoped I did it well. I felt his hand touch my cheek and he gently removed my glasses. I kissed down his chest, and down his stomach, I wanted to bite him gently, but I settled on kissing him softly. I continued downward and gently placed my left hand on his testicles, I rubbed them gently as I slid my other hand around.