A gasp was muffled in her mouth and Claudia Joy pressed against her. Denise hungered to slip her hand inside the shorter woman's blouse, to feel the s...ilky smooth skin against her palm. She wanted to take the hardening nipple she could detect in her fingertips and roll it while she watched her friend's face twist in pleasure. She could feel the heartbeat against her hand, feel it pounding faster as the two women plastered themselves together.In some dim corner of her mind Denise knew that this. I worked my ass off for 4 years, sacrificed my whole social life, and even passed up some possible relationships to be at the top of the academic charts. I got there but at a cost with having no friends other than the one: Ted Mundy the smartest guy I know other than me.. I don't know how I got to keep him around but some how meeting him in Junior pre-cal, lending him a pencil and never getting it back is how it all started. He's that one guy you would see and think he's gonna be one of those. I gave her my helmet to wear and we took off for Mrs. Swanson’s. We had been on the road for just about two minutes when Mary started laughing and screaming at me to go faster. I think I had made a convert to motorcycles out of her. I took the long way around to Mrs. Swanson’s because Aunt Mary was having such a good time. It was an hour’s ride around the mountain, but I had nowhere else to go. We pulled into the yard of the old Bailey farm and I shut the bike down. I had to help Aunt Mary off. At no time during all of this did I think about anything other than what I planned to do when I got there. I'm a pretty single-minded person, and when I get myself set on a course of action, I can be relentless in achieving my objective.I was vaguely disappointed when I saw that Jeanette's lover's car was gone, indicating that he wasn't planning on staying the night. But I simply shrugged that off; the focus of my wrath was my wife.Once again, I slipped silently into my house and now I stood.