He leaned over and kissed my lips. The shock of being naughty was electric and I felt it shoot through my groin. The last time I was drunk when I di...d this, this time I was sober and it felt better. I kissed him back and placed my hand on his crotch, I could feel him getting hard inside his shorts. He reached up and cupped my breast as he continued to kiss me.I leaned back slightly as he was half on top of me. He slid the strap of my suit off my right shoulder and exposed my right breast. . I don't like dykey girls, girls with muscles and gruffnesses and rough hands. I like my women soft and feminine and nice smelling. Girls have girl friends before they have boy friends, and they whisper and share secrets and giggle a lot. Girls have sleepovers with other girls. --I could really get into that! I could see myself practicing kissing with my girl friends at those sleepovers, and I could see myself sleeping with my girl friends! I could REALLY see caressing other girls and them. "You are alone?" I asked. "Not totally alone. I came with one of the men from the office," she responded. "Will he mind my intrusion?" I just needed someone to walk in with and be there in case of trouble," she informed me. "Trouble?" "Yes trouble. In case some perv is trying to slid his hand under my skirt and won't take no for an answer," she responded. Our drinks arrived and we toasted the Halloween season. "Your not some perv are you?" she asked. "No. I would only slide my hand under your. ” She added after a moment, “I bet old Parker will laugh at them for that.” I was a bit worried. “Yeah, but what if they hold it against us?” Jenny saw the problem. “They won’t,” she said unconvincingly. Just then the office door opened and Mrs Bell and Miss Hopkins came back in. They looked embarrassed. Mrs Bell looked at us and said, “Well we weren’t caned, girls but it was the most embarrassing thing ever.” Jenny and I again stayed silent as we didn’t want any of the blame when Mrs Bell.