Sensei Tom reached back and grabbed my hand as we threaded our way through hundreds of closely-packed, slow-moving bodies. I could feel Lisa’s hand ...on my upper arm and hoped Jack was keeping up at the rear, as the four of us tried to stay together in the crush. My heart felt like it was going to pound its way out through my stomach in its excitement. The floor below swarmed in a riot of color as people dressed in street clothes and a wide variety of white and colored gis found their places for. Jane sniffed them, then threw them at Matt as he drove. They landed in his lap. “You may as well have them now!” she exclaimed, “I‘ll give you the rest when we get there,” she said smiling triumphantly. “Not a bad idea,” said Matt, “knickerless for the whole week is good with me.” Jane smiled at him, he returned the smile, but he was not prepared for her next act of debauchery. She lifted her skirt from underneath her and pulled her skirt up around her waist. She then placed her left leg up on. He never made that mistake again though and always satisfied me there after though he was rather kack handed at it when it came to oral or finger stimulation. (what do you call that when you put fingers into a pussy to stimulate a sexual response? Could it be called digital stimulation? ) Anyway one should not speak ill of the dead and as a first lover I think he did really well for me seeing as I had no experience at all. We had sex once or twice a week as a rule which means he was getting it. She struggled to form the words… “I… I, want that too.” And the phone went dead in her ear. The persistent knock on her apartment door roused Dalia from her fitful dream. She pulled on a silk summer robe and made her way thru the darkness to the continuing sound. Her eye to the peephole, she saw Susan looking back at her. The door swung open, almost as if it had done it itself. “Hi,” she whispered thru her grin “Come in.” They walked slowly into the living room, both uncertain where to take.