" He finished with a nervous laugh."How shocking." Petra added dryly."Well, if our being here today is inconvenient sir," Waturu replied, shooting Pet...ra a sideways hostile glance of warning. "We could always reschedule?" In spite of all politeness, Wataru quietly prayed. Their finances already were strained' to the breaking point. Moreover, spending another night in 'the microbus from hell' didn't exactly thrill him to death."Oh! Of course!" Petra snorted, indicating the vacant steps behind.. Lovers they become, but they do not arrive together this night as lovers in the sense of loving. Blame the language for the failure to have a word to describe that stage when two people step beyond friendship but do not become lovers in the sense of loving. But, with no other descriptive phrase–aside from ‘adulterers,’ which doesn’t quite fit except as a moral judgment neither makes–they can only be called ‘lovers.’ Tonight, the man sits relaxed on the couch with a cognac in hand. His long legs. I'm not stupid. The Poorhouse was a college bar which was rather slack on checking IDs. She wanted to hook up with me there. The question was why? But I went anyway, half expecting some kind of gag. My experience was that cheerleaders do not go out with nerds.Patty-Ann had a reputation. It wasn't necessarily bad. She dated most of the prominent members of the University's sports teams. She was very democratic. She favored no particular sport and was liberal racially as well. She was not a party. I push myself up, sliding him harder into me. One of his hands caressed my breasts while the other rested on my mound as he thrusted. He placed his thumb on my clit and I tightened my pelvic muscles, almost as a way of saying thanks.. He rubbed the spot as we moved faster on the bed. The feeling of his thumb, the quickened pace, was taking me over the top. I was beginning to climax and as my legs buckled the soft silk scarves reminded me of their presence. Struggling against the restraints,.