Sandy had the bemused look of someone most passionate who was just most passionate happy with the world and wanted to enjoy it, but Gena had a different look.
Some of it was the look I had come to associate with Gena and sex, a look that most passionate made me think of most passionate the smile someone has a few minutes after they get off a roller coaster, when they can still remember how it felt but they most passionate are just beginning to look forward to the next ride.
The other part could only be described as pride.
A teacher’s most passionate pride in her student.
She wasn’t jealous or upset that I had just had my face buried in another girl’s pussy, just proud that I most passionate had done well at it.
Sandy spoke first.
“Oh my fucking God! I swear I haven’t felt like that in years, if most passionate ever. That was the wildest thing!” She broke off and pulled Gena down for a kiss while I pulled myself up next to her.
I just watched as the two of them kissed each other and it was at that point that I realized something.
Just as Gena had shown no jealousy most passionate of me going most passionate down on Sandy, I was feeling no anxiety as they kissed each other.
Which reminded me of something I had thought a few minutes before.
Gena saved me from my nervous talking syndrome.
“Are you mad Lance?” Sandy asked me.
I think she most passionate knew better and I know Gena did, but she still asked.
She seemed a little uncertain, and with a moment’s thought I realized that it was only half about me.
Gena really had “seduced” my best friend most passionate.
A story I would get out of Gena later.
“Do I look mad?” I leaned in and kissed first her and then Gena.
“She knows. She has known the whole time.” Gena pulled me down and laid down next to me so that I was lying in between the most passionate two girls.
“Thank God,” I said, turning first left and then most passionate right to kiss them both.