Now that Bridget and I have taken the plunge (not that plunge, yet ;-), it no longer feels like the right thing to do, nor does it even feel fun anymo...re to write details about what she and I are up to, at least in such a public forum. Probably the biggest reason is that I no longer feel like I have the freedom to write details about her without her knowledge.For those gracious enough to have read the story this far, here's where things stand as I conclude the public portion of this little. I walked over to where she was and tapped her arm.“If you want answers, you have to have a cup of coffee with me.”“I’m off work at 3:30pm. How about the coffee shop two doors down?”“I’ll see you then,” I grinned.“Don’t get any ideas, Steve Adams. I’m not going to go home with you and you aren’t coming back to my dorm room.”I smirked, “No problem. There’s a very nice hotel less than a mile from here!”I turned and walked away before she could answer, and headed back to the office.“So, another. Ten minutes later they arrived on my doorstep both with huge cheesy grins on their faces, Renee gave Steve an extremely passionate kiss and thanked him before coming over to me and hugging me and telling me that she had been fucked by both our friends. Once Steve left, Renee described how they had invited Steve to watch her and Candy “playing” and then invited him to join them. In graphic detail she told me how as she knelt on the bed, her head between Candy’s legs Steve came up behind her and. Then one morning he got a shock, as his cold hands grabbed my ankles and began pulling my and my duvet from the bed. He was powerful, I could feel that by his grip, he pulled and I shrieked, this morning I knew would be different, because under my duvet, I was nude.'Does your daddy notice you'?'In what way', I replied, deep down knowing exactly what she meant. My breasts were developing, small and barely perceptible, not quite brassiere fodder yet, but a sexual deliciousness that they were.