Then Jeannie called her mom, and told her that she and I were going to sleep over at a "friend's" house. She said that we'd had a few beers and we'd r...ather stay over than drive drunk. Jeannie and her mom had that kind of cool relationship. But then, Jeannie wasn't a troublemaker so it was a two way street.Her mom said that she'd call my uncle and square it with him.I breathed a sigh of relief and the party continued.After it was established that we'd be spending the night together, things. No, nothing wrong at all. As he had been taking off each shoe he had felt himself growing. He spread his legs wider apart. He glanced up to her face. Her features were soft and tender, and her short, curly hair framed a face with twinkling green eyes. They were looking down at his crotch area. She gently smiled. "Here. I'm just going to put each foot into the device." He said this as he began measuring her right foot. She wriggled her toes and giggled softly. He looked up and smiled. He got the. . ? I think it was. My body had reacted in a particular way to the sounds, and though I halfheartedly tried to tell myself that it was probably just someone who had fallen asleep on their books, the changes I felt within my pants belied that theory.I became aware of my restlessness, an urge to move, uncovered by another’s private ritual. But to get up and walk around, as if nothing had happened, seemed a violation of that sanctity. (Until then, my idea of sanctity had been maintaining the. His lips and teeth worked at her neck, giving her a hickey. She moaned, and braced herself against the wall as he played with her. His fingers darted in and out of her slit, just barely brushing her inner walls before he pulled his wet fingers out. He brought his fingers to her lips and tasted her sweet nectar. “Spread your legs,” he whispered in her ear. She did as instructed, opening her legs as wide as she could while being pressed to the wall. He knelt between her legs and let his tongue.