Casual Sex Encounters

Can we just wait for a few seconds? Both women; my Mom and the physician that advised us, treated me as an adult, someone capable of making important and responsible decisions. Stepping back he let the dress fall to the ground but now reached around as I’d taught him and quickly unclipped and removed my bra. The truth was that I was woefully inexperienced in that department, but the truth also was that it was a hollow threat; I would never have blown the whistle on Paul. “Feel better?” I asked, then “I can see I’ve got some laundry to do when we get home.”

That relieved the pressure, the need. Breaking briefly for a breath I glanced up and saw my brother’s head pressed deeply into my pillow, eyes closed, teeth gritted with the pleasure I was giving him. Earlier in the season I witnessed Paul with our neighbor Brittany across the street, making out on a couch in her basement.