Her hair was medium auburn with hints of brown. She was watching TV and seemed to be lost at the same time. She had finished her drink about the same... time that I did. I ordered another and asked if she would like one and she gladly accepted. I introduced myself, Hi my name is Jim and she said my name is Julie. That was the opening of a good conversation. She was on her way to Portland, OR via Amtrak to be with a friend. We sat and talked for a couple of hours having a few drinks in the. Bears are scary. You look around at your car mates.In the drivers seat in front of you is your best friend, Amanda. She's pretty tall; tall enough that it's one of the defining characteristics about her, but that certainly hasn't done anything to eliminate her curves, which are very accentuated. The two of you have had a very odd relationship since you were in elementary school, but you've never actually hooked up yet. She's a little into the darker side of life, and expresses it by wearing. You place your right hand on the side of my neck and gently pull it down my body coming to rest on my hip. I lean in and slowly kiss along your jaw line, my curls falling on your skin, until I reach your ear with my warm breath against your ear you hear me whisper ‘I need you’. The desire you hear in my voice tells you I mean what I am saying. You kiss from my shoulder to my neck and reply ‘but can you handle what I have to give you’ and as you say this as you take my hand and place it over. I then placed my hand on Bailey shoulder and stepped in closer so my crotch was practically right in her face.“Bailey,” I said, “Do you want her to see it?”“Its your call,” Bailey declared. “It’s your stick.”“But it answers best to you,” I replied.Bailey chuckled as she glanced at the bulge that had formed in the crotch of my boxer shorts, forming a good-sized tent. She reached over and gently felt for my tool through the fabric of my shorts. She looked at Rachel and told her the view was.