.. shouldn’t ... be ... you shouldn’t be ... be inside me,” she stammered.Now cocky with confidence Eric said, “Okay, I’ll take it out.” E...ric pretended that he was about to pull out.“No!” Melissa screamed and wrapped her legs and arms tightly around him, holding him to her body. “Just let it stay there for a minute,” she said.Eric smiled. He waited patiently, loving the incredible feeling of he tight pussy around his cock. It was so tight that he thought he could actually feel her heart beating. All of the even numbers are on my left now. I stop outside room 412 and wonder whether I should knock or use my key. It is the little things which agonise me. I decide to knock. The seconds between my knock and your answer are unbearable. I feel like I am being pulled apart, or crushed, or suffocated. The handle moves downwards and there is a click. The door opens. I realise I am looking at the floor; I see your smart, shined shoes, the neatly pressed trouser legs. I feel a finger beneath my. I looked into her eyes and whispered, "Tell me." She looked away for a moment then looked back. "Alright," she sighed. "I'd slide my fingers along the lips of my... my vagina, up and down, sometimes sliding a finger in to get it moist and then up to circle my clit." She stopped for a few moments, then, "I could only take so much before I had to stop, afraid I was making too much noise." "What were you thinking about while you were doing this?" She was looking into my eyes again, feeling more. "Steph nodded. I caught the hint from Liz. This wasn't the time to suggest doing it front and back at the same time."Even if you don't party very often," Liz said, "you should do enough to satisfy your curiosity." Oh?" Steph looked up, curious. "In what way?" There are far more ways to do it than what most girls think," I said."I saw some of that." Stephanie's eyes widened. "When I thought about it yesterday..."We spent the rest of the walk and talk going into specific details. Guys don't have.