EXTRACT FOR
Like Old Times
(Nicola Nichols)

Dinah's face registered excitement as she hopped up and headed into the bedroom. As she walked off, Kenny put his hand on Jean's bare leg, sending a flutter of anticipation through her. "I sure missed that hot bitch when I was in prison. Of course, I missed pussy in general."



Jean felt the need to respond. "I would imagine you did."



"Yeah. It's funny that knowing you can't get laid makes being horny even worse than it is anyway. You ever feel like that?"



"Sometimes." She considered her reply. "Sometimes, you can get laid regularly and not get satisfied. In some ways, that's just as bad."



He looked at her. "So, you decided that since your old man is out of town, maybe you could get some of that missing satisfaction?"



"Yeah. That's about right."



"Well my friends will be along after a bit. You might like them. We can have some fun." Dinah shivered as Kenny turned toward her slightly and ran his hand up her leg, under her skirt and up to touch the leg of her panties.



"What are you doing?"



"Getting to know you."



She couldn't think of anything to say. The word NO didn't seem like it would have any effect. Besides, it was exciting, arousing. If she was honest, this was why she'd come here. The only surprise was that it was Kenny putting his hands all over her ??" with Dinah in the next room and soon to return. 



When Dinah came back, she relaxed slightly, thinking he'd back off. But she was wrong. As her friend walked over to show them her outfit, Kenny worked his fingers under the crotch of her panties and into her wet pussy.



"Looks fine," Kenny said, running his eyes over Dinah. And she did. She had on pair of tight denim shorts, cut very short, and a vest like Kenny's with a scorpion on it. She had nothing on underneath and she danced in front of them, making the vest flap so that they got glimpses of her breasts. Kenny made a motion indicating she should turn around. When she did, bending over to wiggle her ass at Kenny, Jean saw the words: "Kenny's private pussy," embroidered on the back.



Dinah turned back to face them again, and laughed when she saw Jean's face. "I told you I was a biker chick." Her eyes went to where Kenny's hand moved under Jean's skirt, fingering her pussy. Jean found it hard to breath and thought she must look absurd, leaning stiffly back against the couch with this hunk Kenny toying with her crotch. Dinah seemed to think nothing of it. She certainly had been right about her boyfriend being aggressive.



"Don't you think he's got incredibly sexy fingers?" Dinah asked. "Or maybe it's just what he does with them when he gets them in a girl's pants that makes them feel that way."



Kenny smiled at Dinah. "There's something in my pants that's better than fingers."



Dinah dropped to her knees and hurriedly began undoing his belt, unsnapping his jeans and pulling his zipper down. She reached in and pulled out his cock and licked the tip. "Yeah, much better than fingers."