My head rested on his shoulder and we lay quiet for a few minutes.“Do you miss your Dad?” he asked softly.I thought a minute then said, “No, I hate the bastard, not for what he did to me but what he did to my Mother. All my life he insisted she was going to be a stay at home Mom and home school me. He would do the providing. Then one day he was gone. No explanation, no kiss my ass or anything, just gone. Someday I’ll find the bastard.” We were silent for awhile, just laying there. My hand was caressing his body and my fingers found his nipple. I tweak it and pulled it and the saw the other one right by my lips. I kissed and nibbled on it while playing with the other one. Then my hand slid down and took his semi hard shaft in my hand and started stroking. In little more than an instant it was harder than it had ever been up to this point of our relationship. “What all have you done with a girl?” Allan asked.“Nothing, just talk to a couple at school but never kissed or touched one,” I. "Shoes and pants next." Ingrid's blush deepened. She kicked off her shoes and then reached for her waist and unsnapped and pushed her pants down her hips and legs and stepped out of them. She wore white cotton bikini style briefs. "Turn around once. Slowly." Ingrid started to take small steps, rotating herself around. As she did, she felt almost like Cindy's eyes were pawing at her. She was embarrassed, but she felt something more. She felt the beginnings of warmth, spreading outwards from her groin. Cindy set the two glasses on the floor and pulled the tickets back out of her jacket pocket and walked over to Ingrid, finally standing only about a foot away, looking into her eyes and at her face. She started to walk around Ingrid. She dragged the tickets down Ingrid's back, half scratching, half tickling her. Ingrid shuddered and moaned in spite of herself. Cindy said, "Ingrid, the boys talk about being in the 'friend zone,' and how much it sucks, you know?" Ingrid nodded. Cindy.
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