He had even told a story, just to try and get her to laugh, and she had. And she wouldn’t stop touching him, a hand on his arm, placing her head on ...his shoulder. She had even whispered in his ear a few times, it was driving him crazy. He wanted to grab her and kiss her, and he didn’t think she’d mind, except, he didn’t know how. ’18 years old and I’ve never even kissed a girl before, how pathetic. She’ll probably laugh in my face when she finds out.’ The bashing thoughts kept coming each time. More of that goddamned platonic love. Maybe I can work up a really good hate on Plato. It wouldn’t do as much totally unfair damage to Stacey or Barbara, or my daughters, as any other hate I could work up, but it would be just as useless, I think. Who really gives a good goddamn what I think about some dead Greek? A big part of my problem in resolving a situation where I supposed that otherwise I’d just leave was that I still loved Stacey and I couldn’t reject the love she still held out to me.. I'm so tempted to spread my legs and just let him take me then and there. Reaching for his hand, I have him in tow as I step into the enclosure. The moment he closes the curtain I flip on the shower. He stands behind me as I face the needling jets of water. The sensation of the slight stinging against my breasts is wonderful. Nathan's fingers circle my nipples as I lean back against his chest. Reaching back, I grip his ass as he soaps his hands and slowly starts running them over me from neck. His hands are all over my ass. I can feel a gigantic bulge in his pants and my knees go qeak. He leans in and kisses me. Not a gentle kiss, a flood my mouth with his tongue, sexual, a****l kiss. I smile at him and we go back to the bar. We make out at the bar as he pours drinks down my throat. At this point im wasted, but the i remember poor barry. I tell devon that i have a bf and this cant go much farther. He smiles and buys us another round. He asks me quite a few questions about barry.