Should I console her, or wait it out? One way might seem too forward, and the other too cold. The decision was made more difficult because I’d only ...known her a week and we hadn’t had any deep, philosophical conversations. Nothing we’d done had been remotely intimate - it had felt like hanging out with a friend you liked, but who wasn’t close. And I had, until now, been sure that’s what she had been feeling. But now I had no clue.I decided to move next to her and sit close, but not put my arm. The gusset of every item of underwear, swim wear and posed gear, whatever cosseted her cunt was carefully examined and noted and dated.Martin and sometimes his chubby, cheerful, chatty wife Cathy helped her, usually ending in a threesome and if I was around I’d join them.They are a lovely couple, childless, in their early 50s and do so many extra curricular marital things we can’t keep up with them. Camping, fishing, naturism, gardening at an allotment ... on it goes, but full of vital. Soon, she would start to show. Soon, she would have to leave.The concept of birth didn't bother her. Katherine had always yearned for the pleasure of being a parent, despite the pain of delivery. The fact that it would be born to a man she had always loved, though not always in the same way, only made the promise better. It was the sham of her schooling that bothered Kat. All around her, the other girls were just starting out. They met with boys. They talked about their careers. Would Katherine. “What?” he said as I looked at him in his sunglasses covered eyes. When I pulled them off his face, he said, “What?” again. For an answer I leaned in and kissed his full lips. When our lips met it ignited my body in flames. It felt amazing to lose my inhibitions and to act on my first instinct for once in my life. He was still a little startled when I pulled back, but after a couple of seconds of eye contact, he stood up. Towering over me, I’m only five foot four; Chris leaned down and kissed.