The spasming beneath her fingers. The feeling-The feeling of wetness between her legs; right now, there, in class. Her day dreaming had resulted in he...r panties growing damp; she was sure there would be a spot on her chair when she got up later. Not much she could do about it now.Her thoughts returned to Brent. This time, she fantasized about their next date. She imagined laying her body on top of his; his hard member pushing up inside her (she didn’t know exactly what it would feel like, of. It didn't feel right, and she realized it was the girl, not the act. She had met other bois once she moved to the city and started hanging out with them, but found that though they were fun to hang out with, their mentality was a lot different than her own. They all slept around, something she wouldn't deny, but they all also treated women almost with disdain, their macho attitudes interfering with common sense. They never wanted to sleep with the same girl twice and if they did, they strung. She had her head laying back on the seat with a hat over her eyes to block the sun, and her legs parted. Then I saw it. Her bathing suit bottoms were pulled slightly to the side, exposing her hairy crotch, and one of her pussy lips. I nearly jizzed in my pants at the sight. Was this her way of paying me back? Or was this a real accident like I had faked so many times before. I wasn't sure. So I asked her if she wanted a drink to see her reaction. Without even lifting up her head, she said sure.. That precipitated the problem, didn’t it?”“It did. But that wasn’t a bad thing, you know. Now, you’re both different people. When you’re ready, you can explore that.”“Yes ... You know, Dulcie, when I met her, she was actually known as Gabrielle. It was only later that she changed.”“I see.” I did. I was quite sure that something had happened to – I suppose a good word is infect – her. But that was something for another time, and probably for James to explore rather than me.My services as an.