"I'll get it," Cathy Steiner said. Cathy, my best friend since BrownieScouts, was already in her maid of honor's pink chiffon dress. It was alot sim...pler than the rig I was going to be wearing, but then _I_ was,Angela Fletcher, Marty Hanson's bride-to-be; soon to be his bride-that-was.The chain was still across the hotel room door. Cathy opened it just acrack and saw... "Sam Hanson, get the hell out of here!" I have to see Angie. It's... It's important."I stood up and grabbed for the plush. .. are you gay?" The blonde girl drunkenly asked."No," he cried, and turned redder. "No, I'm not. I just haven't..." His eyes dropped to the floor and he sighed. "I'm interested and want to but no girl's been interested in me."Fiona gulped and Laura put her hand on his knee. "You'll meet the right girl one day." Sam sniffed and Greg passed a handful of empty bottles to Fiona."Help me carry this," he barked and Fiona scrambled to her feet to assist her naked boyfriend in emptying the lounge of. How she would enjoy taking a new, hard cock in her hand. What it would feel like, having a big thick cock other than mine slide into her wet cunt. She says she's never done that, but I'm sure she has, and one day I'll get her to tell me.Just lately, because she's a schoolteacher, I've revived one of my favourite fantasies - where a group of the older boys - maybe the football team - get a little drunk and catch her working late, alone in the school. They get a bit out of line and she tells them. " I snapped back and focused and loved her some more, then eased myself in deep and let her feel my need for her. Then we lay together, saying nothing, lost in our thoughts. "Kevin?" Yeah Carrie?" Do you hate me for this?"I propped myself on an elbow. I looked her in the eyes. Eyes just a bit red around the edges."Hate you? No never. I'm not even mad. Confused. Surprised, sure." She hugged me to her and kissed me."I'll be good. No one else." I appreciate your thought, but don't make promises..