“Did you talk to Francesca today?”“No. I called and the number was disconnected and didn’t have a new number. Dad said that means they changed... their phone number to an unlisted one.”“God, her mom is a bitch!”“I know,” I sighed.“My mom is strict, but she’s not crazy like that! Raven says she’s worried I’m going to do stuff she doesn’t want me to do!”Raven was her older sister who was in college.“Mom One and Dad both say most parents are like that.”“But they aren’t. Why?”“Because they think I’m. His arm, which had been up on the back of the couch, slid down to her shoulders. She unconsciously snuggled closer to him.As they were watching the movie and drinking, he was casually letting his hand and arm move slowly down her shoulder, ever closer to her boob. She was relaxed from the beer and her general comfort from being around him. Finally,’ he let his hand just brush her somewhat hard nip. She seemed to pay no attention except for the slightest sigh. After a few minutes he did it. If she can’t, then I can put you in touch with other girls. They’ll be OK with it, especially the ones I told you about — the bisexual one and the one who was raped.”“Do you mind if I hang out with you guys after dinner? I’m really curious to see you interact with your friends.”“Sure. Stay as long as you like!”We went back out to the living room to rejoin my friends.“Three hours? You sure all you were doin’ in there is talkin’?” Stephie teased.“You know darn well that three hours isn’t enough. The little Mekhet was fucked with aggression, heat, mass, depth, and wild abandon, nigh every night by her boyfriends, no doubt. It was a joy to show the tiny creature that sex could be much different. It could be soft, gentle, slow, and focus on a man enjoying the unique softness of a woman’s body, rather than the woman being overwhelmed with pleasure by hard, ravenous men. Instead of burning heat, it could be calm, soothing, and a quiet moment between two lovers — or more — wishing to indulge.