Could Drew and I…? Andy rose, always the gentleman, and, to Sam’s quiet delight, reached out and took Julie’s hand as she rose from the couch. But instead of taking his goal, he kissed each thigh, back and forth, repeatedly, until, her body shaking uncontrollably, he lifted his lips to his goal and began kissing her opening, his tongue quickly finding its entrance, gliding up and down tasting for the fist time in his life the sweet tartness of her juices. Another finish. She crept once more downstairs to her post, wondering at the situation between her best friend and her brother. She was suddenly aware that the sounds had stopped, that a few quiet words were being exchanged, that two bodies in the other room were shifting on the couch, rising, moving…and then the unmistakable sound of the couch being pulled out into its other configuration – a bed. She was suddenly aware that the sounds had stopped, that a few quiet words were being exchanged, that two bodies in the other room were shifting on the couch, rising, moving…and then the unmistakable sound of the couch being pulled out into its other configuration – a bed. Sam heard Andy’s unmistakable gasp and “Julie, my god, what are…” and then his groan. Back in the kitchen, grateful for the distraction of
