PAM:

Her lips.

Her lips and her hands.

She was everywhere at once.

Her lips kissing mine. It was warm, and hard, and everything around me was turning.

The memory of that one-time kiss in the parking lot came to my head. Multiply that by a million, and you can get an idea of what it's like to be kissed by Karen. Everything else dissappeared from the world, that's what kissing her is like. I held onto her for dear life. She was like some unstoppable force. She made me hers.

I've never felt like I was somebody's, as much as I felt like I was Karen's last night. But yes, she made me hers.

When her kiss grew stronger and harder, and I felt her tongue in my mouth, I realized that my lips were already open, waiting for this. We entwined our tongues, and I thought "it's Karen's tongue. KAREN. KAREN'S tongue is in my mouth". And I just wanted more. I didn't want it to end, I know it sounds typical. But I wanted more of her kiss like somebody could want more air in their lungs.

She touched me. She touched me in THAT way. There was nothing remotely innocent about it. It was sexual. She grabbed my boobs. She wouldn't let go of them. And I felt desired. It was incredible to think that another woman could want me that badly. And not just any woman: Karen. And I wanted her too.

I know I brought it on myself, with the attempt at seduction that I performed in the bathroom. I haven't even had time to think about that and about how stupid I must have looked, stripping to try to get her to finally react to me. But it doesn't matter, because it worked!

When she came back into the room, she was in complete control, and I didn't have to pretend to be Pam the Sex Vixen anymore. She knew exactly what to do. She pushed me to the bed, and I felt excited. Was she going to force me? Was she going to be rough? How could she force me, when I've been practically begging her to do this anyway?

Her kisses, her hands, her tongue licking my neck, my face, where my cheek still hurted from when she slapped me in the bathroom before. It's probably wrong to have liked that so much, right?

I just have the memories of turning, sighing, rolling, Karen, Karen everywhere, taking my underwear off, and I want to open my legs for her, I want to be exposed, and open, and dirty, and let her do anything to me...and I finally give up and say it, out of breath, "fuck me, fuck me please, fuck me." And she goes crazy, and she fucks me. And I know this is a dimension of life that I have never seen before.