Beltway and down I-95.To Charleston, South Carolina.I'd picked it more or less out of a hat. I had to get out of the D.C. area, and I preferred mild w...inters to cold ones so that dictated south. I didn't want a big city but not the country, either; I'd never visited Charleston so they had no reason to look for me there especially; and what I'd read of the town said it was charming. So Charleston it would be, for now anyway.It was a long, mostly boring drive. I wanted to do the whole thing in one. .. is the lounge. Looks like the boys were playing cards again last night, to judge from the empty chip bags and the beer bottles. There's also a couple of X-Boxes and a big screen home theater and all manner of games and stuff. It's mostly used by the crew, but the girls come down too quite a bit, especially for movies." It was a big L-shaped room.She led me back to the hallway, and continued forward."Here's the library." It was huge, and had books and computers, and had four big windows, and. .” Then I came back to my senses. I couldn’t believe what I had just done. I just had some very intimate moments with a stranger girl and that too, at a completely unknown place.I looked at Priya. Her apron was out of place. All her shirt buttons were open and her left boob was peeking out from her bra. I could see a lot of lust in her eyes. I also was on fire. Somehow, I didn’t want to stop.But then she got her composure back and looked at her shirt. In the heat of the moment, I didn’t. .. and by then, I'd seen a few. You see, I had discovered my lesbian side while in Paris, and had enjoyed a couple of very hot flings with cute French girls not much older than Carly. I stood there, rooted to the spot, taking in the sight of her. My heart throbbed as I stared at her perky breasts and the sparse triangle of down between her legs. She had an incredible little ass, too. Then she noticed that I was staring, and I blurted, "Oh, sorry!" beating a hasty retreat. The next thing I.