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She came back, looking at us and blushing before she went back to her seat next to the man. Without sitting down, she said something to him and he nodded and picked up their drinks. They moved to a corner booth that was almost too dark for us to see their faces but, a trick of the light or something, we could see her legs under the table a little better.

They talked for a little while and we saw her put her hand on the man's leg. We saw his smile, too. Then his hand was on her leg. They talked some more and we saw her hand move up his leg more.

He looked around the bar but seemed to ignore us sitting in the lobby trying to act like we belonged and talking among ourselves. We didn't want to stop things by having him catch us staring. Ann kept looking at the elevators like whoever we'd called was late and making us wait.

I happened to look past them quickly as the man was unzipping his pants for her. It didn't much matter if we stared now because he turned a little in the seat, leaning his head against his hand between us.

We all saw it when Becky spread her knees and the large expanse of her inner thighs was visible to us. We could all watch his hand as it went between her legs and into her panties right there in the open bar. We watched them both squirm around in their seats for a while.

Then Becky threw back her blond head and I knew she'd had an orgasm. She'd just recovered from it when the man reached for both their bar napkins and took them down between his legs. Becky kissed him then chastely, picked up her handbag, and walked past us with a grin. We couldn't wait to get outside and catch up with her as she almost trotted to the car.

She was already in the back seat with a huge smile on her face as we piled in, jabbering questions at her.

"It was fantastic!" she screamed.

"What happened? Exactly!"

"When I put my hand on his leg, he started talking about sex and all the things he'd like to do to me in his room tonight. His hand touched my leg and started rubbing it.

"I told him that I was meeting a friend at a place down the street and couldn't go with him but that I just had to touch him. He seemed sort of shocked but said that sounded interesting. I could feel that I was getting him excited as we talked and I left my hand on his leg.

"Then when I moved my hand up, he unzipped his pants and got himself out so I could touch him. That was like a signal for him then because he put his hand between my legs and inside my panties and right away put his finger in my pussy and started rubbing me.

"I was just going to touch him once, like you said I had to, and then get out of there. But then I couldn't. So while he rubbed me, I started moving my hand on him, too.

"Then he made me come!" she screamed excitedly. We all laughed and shared her excitement.

"Then I kept doing him like I had been and felt him getting close. When I knew he was going to go off, I put my hand over the end of his penis. And you know what?" She grinned through her blush. None of us did and just looked at her. "Look!"

She opened her hand and it was filled with white semen. She put her hand on the back of the front seat by Ann and Ann, a silly grin on her face, licked her hand and laughed wildly. Veronica, always our wild one, grabbed her wrist and put her whole mouth over Becky's palm, sucking the sticky come into her mouth. Then she opened her mouth to show it sticking all around her tongue and lips. We all laughed at her gross display but, I noticed, Becky finished licking her own palm and grinned when she caught me watching her.

Sunday.

We'd gone back to Veronica's house then and got Becky changed out of her little black dress and come soaked red panties. We spent a long time just putting all her mother's things back away where they belonged and talking, reliving and rehashing Becky's experience.

Then we all changed into our nighties, exchanging the heavy, long, and unrevealing one Becky had brought with her for one of Veronica's baby dolls, and sat on Veronica's bed telling boy stories until late that night. We slept until almost noon when we made breakfast, got dressed, and went home.

Like most every Sunday afternoon, it took me about two minutes at home before I was bored silly. I really think it's part of Sunday afternoons as a human. I guess because of the start of the week coming up the next day and all.

I took a shot at my homework – mostly just busy work and things that didn't interest me in the least. That's no excuse of course. You have to do a share of busy work just to stay where you need to be to get to the interesting stuff.

I heard the doorbell but didn't really respond to it. Then mom was at the door of the dining room saying, "It's for you, honey."

Not even excited about company, I drug myself to the door and found Will there looking like I felt. Down.

"Hi. Come in," I said.

"I'm bored," he said. "How about a walk." I shrugged and went in and told Molly I was leaving for a while before going to the door and out. It was pretty nice really with the remaining, still fall day. You could feel the end of the summer coming but it was still warm enough for the shorts and tank top I was wearing.

"So how are you?" he said as we walked down the sidewalk with no destination at all. I told him I was okay and shrugged. Our mood were so closely matched that it was frightening and not really all that pleasant since we were both down.

It did feel pretty nice when he picked up my hand and as we walked hand in hand that way for a while. And as we walked, I started seeing things I hadn't seen for a while.

A flight of birds flew very high overhead, heading south.

"Their internal clocks tell them when it's time," he noted rather pointlessly. "I feel like that sometimes. Like I ought to fly on to somewhere – I don't know – more comfortable or where the bugs get bigger or something."

I knew exactly what he meant.

"Or like maybe I should finish my cocoon," he said, reaching for a little wooly worm that had just finishing tying up to begin the process I was familiar with.

"Yeah. But that's not all that fun anyway. Just the blankness of sleep and then unthinking search for a mate. You can't even enjoy the flight or the mating."

He was looking at me strangely and I sort of realized I was spouting some fairly inside information.

"I had to do a report on butterflies once," I tried to explain but it came out a little apologetic or weak. The fact that I'd lived for a year as a similar species of butterfly assured my facts, of course.

"I'd think that staying away from birds would be a lot of work," he said. I just nodded. Agreeing but not saying more. It had been half the effort. Just surviving long enough to live and even with human intelligence it had been hard.

We walked in silence for a while. I didn't think he'd noticed when, as we walked along beside a field, I surreptitiously noticed that the small red fox had her kits almost ready to go out on their own. That would wait, of course, until after their winter sleep together but that time would not really be like it had been during that first summer when she'd showed them all they needed to know and they played and practiced their living skills together.

I remembered this as a very loving time, full of the pure enjoyment of life. I'm sure that my face reflected my thoughts.

"She's very good with her kits," he said, following my gaze. I stumbled as I realized he knew what I was looking at even though I really didn't think anyone who didn't know exactly what to look for would even know they were there.

"What?"

"The red fox there. She's very good…" He stopped as if realizing he said something he shouldn't have.

"How did you…" Then I realized that I'd overstepped. If he shouldn't have known they were there, then how should I?