Candy Cane . That's the scent that has been left lingering in my clothes tonight, and the more I smell it, the wetter my panties become. It's the most sensuous thing, the way you blow the smoke from your hookah into my mouth, your lips so close to mine, yet not close enough to touch, or to kiss me passionately the way I’ve secretly wanted you to for all of these years. It's a trick I'm guessing you picked up working nights at the hookah lounge downtown, along with the way you know how to pack a smooth bowl better than anyone I’ve met. You're sitting next to me and you pretend to look away, but you're of obviously entranced, thinking naughty thoughts about me- because every so often you pull my chair a little closer to yours and smile, feeling my body responding to your every touch. You turn your shaved head, and those crystal clear blue eyes glare at me from the side, and every so often you tickle my legs when no one is looking. I giggle quietly as you inch your way up underneath my dress, almost all the way up to my underwear and then abruptly quit touching me as if nothing had happened. Tease. Your deep voice whispers in my ear, "Do you like it baby? Do you want me to stop?" then you touch me once more, and as I nearly melt onto the floor all I can do is shake my head side to side sheepishly. You hand me the hose, but I'm shivering as I take my hit. Goose bumps cover my body and you rub my arm as if attempting to keep me warm, but you know all it does it arouse me more, and make my nipples hard as rocks. You see that I really am cold so you give me your white t-shirt, exposing a gray wife beater, with your hard muscles evidently underneath. I also notice as I look down at your shorts that your cock is growing harder by the second. Your sister Stephanie, who also happens to be my best friend, is on the other side of the party, and we both make sure she can't see anything that's going on between the two of us, the wicked thoughts going through both of our minds. When we look each other in the eyes, it’s as if we’re discovering each other's sex for the first time. The hookah is between us and our delicious, minty smoke intermingles in a cloud around us, and then you whisper, "I want you Jamie. Tonight. I can’t take this anymore."
Because Stephanie and I have been friends for so long, you know that I'm a virgin, and the thought of taking the last of my innocence excites you to no end.