Flimsy pants. Just so exposed. Ever so vulnerable. I lay down again on the lounger. My fingers felt my hairs through the fabric. Then strayed between ...my legs. God, I was pissed wet through. I toyed with the elastic, then one hand slipped inside. I started to gently rub my clit. I held the mirror in my free hand. I love watching myself. I could see my fingers through my pants, working away. I put the mirror down and slowly pushed my pants down my thighs. Slipping them off my feet, I held them to. Me: Nothing. Just having dinner and hanging out with Craig.Dan: Craig? Where did you guys go?Me: Every place is closed, so I am in his room.Dan: Ooo, Netflix and chill?Me: No, perv. You’re so bad. I’m headed to my room in a minute. I’ll call you.Dan: Ok. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do ;)Me: your impossible. Love you, bye.I put the phone down and turned back to Craig. “You were going to ask something?”“Never mind,” he said.“Don’t do that. Tell me,” I said.“No it’s embarrassing now that I had. ìUh-huh, î I moaned. ìOh, yes, yes, Kurtis, suck on my clit. That’s so good. Oh, I’m going to explode.îMy brother nursed with such hunger on me. My clit pulsed and throbbed with the pleasure of this moment. I groaned, my toes curling. It was such a great delight. I panted, my head tossing from side to side.I squeezed my thighs around his head. His lips suckled with passion. Jolts of delight from my clit fed my building orgasm. Sparks showered through my cunt. I squirmed into the couch, my hair. Ferro liked to shoot the bull with the bartender who was always full of news and gossip. He learned that he had a reputation for confusing and delighting women in bed. He had also heard that there was an on-going debate about whether a night on the mat with him was worth the turmoil he left behind."Once a geek, always a geek," Ferro had replied because he really didn't understand why his approach to sex would be troublesome. He chalked it up to his lack of worldliness.The bartender had.