I walked across the field, the sun starting to set, following a thin, foot-worn path toward the sunset. There was a tight grove of trees where I had been told to meet m friend Brian. Brian had been my friend since I a kid. We had grown up together. The two of us had an intimate relationship, but nothing steady. Basically, if I felt horny, and wasn't going out with anyone, and Brian was between relationships, we would meet up, and have fun. This was such a time. However, this time, Brian told me he wanted to try something different. He promised me that I would be safe, but that there would be many other guys there....
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I wonder where the hell Mark gets these chicks for his parties. This girl was one of the finest examples of hot I'd ever seen. She was lying on her back in the middle of the room, on a small elevated platform that Mark had installed there a long time ago just for this purpose....
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I was totally ready for the next party. I really liked the outside feel. The freedom of it all. This one was going to be in the middle of a patch of woods. Not like we were going to be in Yellow Stone Park of anything, but it was big enough to feel isolated, but small enough not to get lost in. Another reason why I couldn't wait for this one was Mark had included in the invitation that this was going to have a double center. Always a plus in my book… two women going at it. It's my ultimate fantasy....
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I took her hand in mine, and looked into her eyes, smiling warmly. She grinned at me, that youthful, playful grin as we heard the music start. This was not our first time doing this, by a long shot, but it would be our first time under the camera for it. I looked at her outfit. If you could call it that. Cheri was wearing a long, black silk scarf that was wrapped around her in a ‘V' between her legs, and an ‘X' over her chest. A single scarf. I figured it must have taken her a long time to figure out how to tie that scarf on like that. She was gorgeous....
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Mr Atkins had said the night was still young. That was the way things turned out. Catherine and I didn't walk out the green office door and back to her car until the new day was dawning, pale and grey. The air was still and chill. A rectangle of street was visible through the open door. It was deserted and I had the feeling there was no life anywhere along its length. It was slick, as if there had been drizzle through the night....
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