Dancing with Shannon

I was still shaking with unused sexual energy. She had achieved orgasm…I had not. My clitoris was screaming for attention. My wetness had soaked through my panties. I felt a drop of wetness rolling down the inside of my thigh as I stood there looking at her.

I went over to my bed and sat next to her. I said, “I think what just happened was beautiful. I think you are beautiful. Please don’t be embarrassed about that. It was wonderful.”

She stopped crying but her face was still buried in my pillow. I laid down next to her and put my arm across her back.

Talking into the pillow, she asked, “then you’re not mad at me? You don’t think that I’m a freak? Damn Kala, I was humping you like a dog!”

So that was the problem. She was totally embarrassed at what had happened. I smiled as I answered, “Hell no! I’m not mad. And you weren’t humping me like that. I thought it was really nice.”

She still kept her face in my pillow. So I said, “It’s okay. It’s just us here alone. I swear I won’t tell anyone. And no, I don’t think that you’re a freak. I think that you are my best friend.”