In another minute we would both be devoid of clothing and using her highly polished desk for our fornication. In fact she took the initiative and bega...n unbuttoning her blouse.You might ask, why not enjoy? Because once usually wasn't enough. Once I had sex with someone and reached orgasm, a link would be created that kept us together. Obviously not physically, but in a mental/emotional way. I believed the women with whom I'd already established such links with were my responsibility. I also. Aunt Patricia called out to Jessica and she spun on her heals to join the others. With left me holing my own so to speak in the kitchen. I figured I would put it out of my mind and get back to finishing the prep work for tomorrow’s dinner.Soon I was done in the kitchen and joining the others in the living room. My father and my aunt’s husband were discussing sports. Grandma and Aunt Patricia were talking about some of the improvements that Aunt Patricia had made to their families home. That. It meant that the state we lived would allow us to get a driver's license. We both went down and took the written and driving tests and passed with flying colors. Sure, we could only drive in the daytime but it meant that we suddenly had mobility without depending on parents. Another tidbit of information is that in another year we could get married with parental consent. Jen and I had talked it over and decided we didn't want to take that step at least until we were out of high-school.. He smells seaweed soap, Paul Mitchell shampoo and something else…something musky and spicy. I roll over to face him. Fully awake now, I move closer and burrow my nose against his smooth broad chest, inhaling, trying to find the source of that “something” scent.That warm spicy Yuki-smell makes me press my thighs together in a creamy rush of heat and compels me to lick his tiny nipples. I rub my whole body against him, sleepy, warm, cat-like, my own nipples tiny tight pebbles beneath.