...And the heels,” he grinned, placing his wine glass on the bedside table and throwing his clothes in a heap on the floor. Pulses racing, heart be...ats increasing by the second, a visceral surge of oxygen fuelling adrenaline, bleeding through veins and charging vital organs, chemicals merging with hormonal urgency, two strangers driven by lust and coital expectation, two impatient bodies pressing together, curious hands exploring intimate parts, his feather light fingers burning a warm trail. [girls]Irene suddenly realized I could see her and she flopped back down on the grass. Jessie, who had started up when she saw Irene moving, turned and saw it was a man and followed her back flat on the ground."I wanted to make sure you guys were all right." I said.Amber was old enough and smart enough to see right through that silly excuse. She smiled knowingly. How do girls grow up so fast knowing exactly how to control men? "We're okay. You still have clothes on." Really," I said looking. . used ... to each other, I suppose, a sort of warm tolerance for each other. Though occasionally, we'll do small favors directly for one another."Sandy indicated she needed the blouse, and Deb handed it over. "But for a man in my life, if you were to point to one, he'd be the nearest. Now, your Ben, if I were so inclined, would be one heck of a catch. Do you know Barbara raved for hours about how in love with you he is? She tortured me for a day about the look in his eyes when he brushed your. Moving as close as possible to her, I inhale deeply. "Has anybody ever told you what a powerful aphrodisiac lurks between your legs?" I ask her. "No they haven't," she replies. Before I can speak, Rose says to me, "Carry on exploring me if it pleases you too." Without answering, I sit up and begin stroking her legs with my hand. My exploration ventures further, with my fingers probing the soft folds around her clitoris. I can feel the moistness on her inner thigh. I let Rose smell her perfume.