"That was great, Jay." Her lovely green eyes blinked, and something about her face seem to change. "I feel funnyyyyy". My Kiss had done its work, and ...she slumped in my grasp.The magic of the Kiss had left Michelle in a warm, hazy state, her eyes open, though not focussed. I caressed her cheek, then stood, lifting her small form as I did so. She was a delightful bundle to carry, dark hair spilling over my bare arm as I made my way towards the door. I could have simply willed the dreamstuff to. ‘Want some?’ I say, glancing over my shoulder at Lauren, who’s now walking over to the double bed in the centre of the room. ‘No, I’m fine,’ she says. She gets up onto the bed and lies gently back down on it. I watch as she leans slightly up on her elbows and watches me with a lascivious, seductive gaze before I turn back to the lurid lines of coke on the desk. Taking out a five pound note, I roll it up and take a hard, quick, spirited snort. Immediately, I feel the buzz. It goes straight to my. Huh, she always used to hate the name ‘Annie’, she insisted she was ‘Ann, just Ann, Ann without the E’, she used to say. But when I held Pete’s newborn baby in my arms, knowing how we both loved Ann as a dear friend, I wanted to call her Ann too, but it didn’t feel quite right, so although I had her birth registered as Ann, I’ve always called her Annie. I don’t think Pete even noticed, at least he didn’t say anything.”“So how did you and Pete... ?”“Oh. Well. We girls all had a crush on Pete. I can't help but caress you - my hand wanders up - filling itself with your breast - the weight of it - the fullness of it - rounding out my hand - and my index finger like a bakers tablet is ready for my thumb rolling down and kneading your nipple. A woman's nipple is so much bigger then a man's - not more sensitive, but bigger, and maybe even tougher, being able to take the pinching better. I think of all that you have taught me about being with a woman, about the intimacy that we have.