We just couldn't find the competition we both thought was fair. Then this past spring she started seeing someone that was better as a couple than a fr...iend; this summer I followed suit with my own relationship. We wanted to stay in touch, but that becomes hard to pull off when so much of your shared past is sexual one. She heard about my girlfriend and sent me an invitation to a barbeque she and her boyfriend were having last July. "It'll be fun," she wrote in her email. "I know Dan would like. When I did it was everything that I had hoped it would be. It was fresh, clean, and it tasted like a woman should taste after a day of slaving in her pot field. She asked me if she should shave her pussy and I told her not too. I told her that I liked the natural look. She said that she would keep it but that if it showed too badly in her bikini that summer, that she would have to trim it some. I told her that I understood about that. After I ate her out and gave her two orgasms, I fucked her. You're already wearing panties, like I saidit's just one day," Cindy says, then turns and walks towards the shower.Yea Cindy is right, it's just one day. I start to put the blouse on andbuttoning it up wasn't as easy as I thought because the buttons are allon the wrong side. Or on the wrong side for me at least. I neverrealized girl's buttons button the other way. I wonder what else isweird about girl's clothes.The sweater vest goes on much easier and the part I dread the most ispulling the. We fall into the sensual dance done throughout the ages. It is simple and effortless, as only a good lover can bring out of a woman. Our clothes find themselves scattered across the floor. His body hard and lean; I welcome him with my heated embrace. His body flexes and ripples against my touch, as my hands glide along his sweat soaked skin. I can’t help myself as he draws the cry from my lips. The song that every woman burns to sing for her lover. I lock my legs around his hips. The feral grin.