Your mouth is on my neck whispering all the dirty things your going to do to me. You know your teasing me with the lightest bursh of you lips on my n...eck. My back is arched in pleasure and my nipples are tight, your body leans into mine, your chest rubs against my nipples and I moan. My head's fallen back against the wall and my eyes tightly closed, i'm wringling and twisting in your hold and my mouth has fallen open. You hate it when I try to keep quiet, you always say that I should moan for. Before long Angie and I sat in the kitchen talking with the boys. As we did I noticed Angie kept looking down at my body. As the conversation went on she started to flirt with me. I had been with girls before and I started to get turned on.Angie asked me to come with her, I did'nt know what we were about to do and did'nt care. She led me to the master bedroom. I sat on the foot of the bed while she was in the bathroom. When she came back into the room she was wearing only her t shirt. She sat. But the hours dragged on. It was now nearly midnight, so I gave up my sex ideas and went to bed without cumming. I figured the next morning, I would fuck her senseless. I was fast asleep when she stumbled into our bedroom about 1am. She was visibly hammered, and struggling to even stand. She turned on all the lights, oblivious to the fact that was there sleeping. My first thoughts were anger. How could she have stayed out so late. How could she get so drunk and drive home. What was she. He tentatively put his hand on my hair and caressed me. Well, petted me would be a more appropriate word. I almost said I’m not a dog, man, but I realized that it excited me. The whole straight man clueless behavior was awesome.“You suck like a princess, man.”Oh my God, it was now my turn to moan. In other circumstances, I would have found the princess thing weird, insulting even. But Tom was a real stereotype, and that was fucking hot. I wanted him to treat me like his princess, to talk to me.