Chapter 1

And the bottle pointed to ... Albert. Who invited that pimply, chubby little nerd?

Albert calmly picked up the bottle, thoughtfully weighed it in his hand, and carefully stirred it back and forth in his hand as he had a faraway, meditative look on his face. He then placed the bottle in the center and precisely spun it. It spun around twice and ended up pointing to ... Stacey.

Stacey, the most beautiful, sexy, put-together girl, was condemned to make out with Albert for thirty seconds. Ugh! Albert and Stacey slowly stood up. Stacey looked like she was about to kiss a slug, but would be a brave, good sport. Albert had a very serious, determined expression.

They both stepped forward, hands at their sides, and Stacey tipped her head down to be on his level. Their lips touched lightly into a chaste kiss. A second later, Stacey had grabbed Albert’s head and pulled it towards her, and furiously kissed him. She was obviously giving some major tongue work. Gasp. She then pressed her body into his, and ground her considerable breasts into him. Albert gently placed his hands on her back and gently kissed back. Stacey then grabbed Alberts hips, spread her legs, and started rubbing and humping her pussy against his hip bone. She was going wild and breathing heavily. There was then the unmistakable smell of wet pussy.

The timekeeper tapped them on their shoulders. Stacey brushed him away. She grabbed Albert by the hand and dragged him out of the room into a spare bedroom, slamming the door. For hours, we heard Stacey’s screams of ecstasy alternated with periods of muffled talk. After a while, nothing. They had slipped out.

For several weeks, they were sighted. Stacey was haphazardly dressed with no makeup and disheveled hair. She often did not appear to be wearing a bra. They were spotted walking hand in hand by the river, visiting the library, jogging(something new for Albert), Stacey giving Albert a blowjob, climbing Hawk Mountain, browsing at the book store, cuddling together on a lawn reading books, listening to a concert, and Albert giving shirtless Stacey a back rub. They were seen having a loud argument when, suddenly, the shouting stopped, she smiled, threw her arm around him, and gave him a long, passionate kiss.

I finally was able to talk to the new Stacey. She was dressed frumpily, wore no bra, and her legs needed a shave.

“Oh, I’m so happy. Albert is everything I ever wanted! Well, not wanted, but needed. He’s so nice, smart and interesting. I can be natural with him and not have to try to impress anyone. He’s my best friend. He’s a wonderful lover. I never had another man give me an orgasm. Now, I have as many as I can handle. He even taught me how to give myself great ones.”