Marisol's Story

Marisol, on a Monday in late August 2007.

I was driving home from school and got stopped at a light near the park. I glanced over and saw Tristan getting a hose and cleaning stuff ready to wash his car. He was wearing shorts & flip-flops. Tristan is pre-med at Stanford and plays on the lacrosse team. When he runs in the neighborhood, he leaves a stream of horny women in his wake. He's not drop dead gorgeous, but his body sure is. He has powerful thighs, a really tight ass, a teeny waist, 6 pack abs, great pecs and really wide shoulders. I had had a serious crush on him since I was about 12. I had turned 17 in May and he was 20. The rumor was he had broken up with his girlfriend a few months ago. I was transfixed at the sight of him in shorts and just lusting after his body. The car behind me honked; the light had changed. I made up my mind and hurried home.

Mom's car wasn't in the garage. I called out, "Hi, I'm home!" just to be sure. Cool, no answer. I hurried to my room, ripping off my Catholic school uniform. Naked, I got out my yellow shorts and a thin white cotton sleeveless short top. The yellow shorts fit like they were painted on. I put on the white top with no bra, brushed my hair out and put on a little lip-gloss. Looking pretty hot there, kiddo! I thought to myself. I could almost see my aureoles through the top and my nipples were a little pointy. The top left my tummy bare and there were no panty lines under the shorts. If this doesn't get his attention, he's gay! I was getting excited thinking about what I was going to do. I got Ripley on his leash and left the house. I peeked through the park and he was still there. I noticed men driving by were really checking me out. I heard a whistle or two. Taking a deep breath, I thought, Girl, you have to go for what you want!

I rounded the corner and there he was. He looked like a Greek statue! I was getting hot just looking at him. I wanted to stroke that beautiful body.

I said, "Hi Tristan, nice to see you."

Ripley ran up to him and he squatted down, playing with him and looking at me. I was checking him as discretely as possible until I got to his crotch. OMG! His prick was running down the inside of his thigh! Another inch and I would have been able to see the head. It was so long and thick I couldn't believe it! My pussy was getting squishy.

He said, "Oh my God, have you turned into a sexy girl." It worked! He thinks I'm hot! I felt a flush all over and mumbled, "I'm glad you think so." I was a little embarrassed to be checked out so blatantly and it made me squirm a little bit.

"You really are hot. Do you have a boyfriend?"

"Yes, but he's really immature..." I trailed off.

"And it's time for a more mature guy?"

His body and that huge snake in his shorts mesmerized me. What would it be like to touch it? Suck it? Get fucked by it? I felt another flush and mumbled, "yes."

He said, "More mature guys want women, not girls. Are you a girl or a woman?"

"I'm still a girl." It was hard to admit to him. What would he think?

He put down the sponge and checked me out very blatantly. "You know, I'd like to take you upstairs. We could have a beer or two. Then, when you're nice and relaxed, I'd take you onto my lap and kiss you."

I was frozen. Oh my God, I'd love to kiss him was all I could think.

"We would french for a while and then I'd start to kiss along your jaw line to nibble on your earlobes, then back to your mouth. Next my hand would slide up your arm to cup a breast and stroke your nipple with my thumb. When you began to squirm, I'd twist you around until you were facing me with your legs straddling my hips and kiss you hard and deep with my tongue. Placing my hands on both shoulders I'd slide my hands down to cup and massage both of those wonderful tits. Next, I'd pull you towards me so that I could kiss my way down your chest, stroking your back."

He was getting me really horny! I was starting to breathe faster and I could sense my nipples poking out of my top. I felt like I had been playing with myself and I was getting a little sweaty. I just could not stop peeking at his cock. OMG! It's getting bigger! He's turned on too!

"I'd slide my hands down and up to ease your top off, freeing those gorgeous tits and trapping your arms behind your back. Then I'd kiss, nip and suck all over them, circling around your nipples until you began to try to move your nipples into my mouth. Taking the nipple, I'd suck gently, then lick hard and fast until you began to moan. While I was licking, my hands would cup and massage that sweet ass of yours. When you were really aroused, I'd cradle your back in my arms, twist around and put you on your back on the couch. Crouched over you, I'd kiss my way down to your belly button, swirling my tongue inside. Then slowly down to lick and nuzzle your pussy through your shorts."

He stood up. I could see his cock starting to lift up the leg of his shorts. Oh God, he was getting an erection! My mouth was bone dry. My pussy was getting wet.

It was like I was under his spell! Licking my pussy? Sucking my nipples? Those big, strong, hands on my ass? It was part of every fantasy I'd ever had about him.

Then he said, "Do you want me to lick your pussy? Women say it's the best feeling ever."

What? Just like that? He wants to have sex with me that easily? I wasn't a slut, was I? I chickened out and said, "I think I'd better go."

I turned in confusion and started to go.

"Wait. Tonight, when you're in your bed, think of my tongue stabbing deep into you, licking the sides of your pussy lips and then on up to suck on your clit. Fantasize about coming in my face. Think about a hard cock in your hand and the tip in your mouth as you suck on it. Imagine my hard cock deep inside you. Then, when you can't stand it any more, come and tell me, "I'm ready." Just make sure that you ARE ready. Because you'll have to do whatever I ask."

Ripley and I hurried away around the corner. I was horny, angry, embarrassed and aware that I had set myself up. Damn girl, that's a man, not some stupid schoolboy that you can tease like Jeremy.

I got home with Ripley and thank god mom wasn't home. If she saw me dressed like this there'd be hell to pay. I hurried up stairs and sat on the bed to think. Shit! I turned him on and then I ran! Oh, if only he had just asked me for a date! I felt like a fool.

Then I started thinking about his tongue licking my slit. His mouth sucking on my clit. His hands all over me ... I pinched a nipple. Frustrated, I yanked my top off, caressed my tits and pinched my nipples. Then I slid my hand down my tummy to cup my mound. My shorts had a wet spot! I peeled them off and looked. There was a large, dark wet spot that anyone could see at the correct angle. I flung them across the room and started rubbing my clit and squeezing a breast. I got hotter and hotter. I heard myself moaning, "Tristan ... Oh Yes ... Do me ... Yes ... Oh God, yes..." I fantasized that he was poised above me with that huge cock entering me and I grabbed a pillow to muffle the cries as I had a shattering orgasm.

I came back to earth and lay there thinking was I ready? Could I say yes to him? Confused, I fell asleep. I woke an hour later and felt sticky, so I got into the shower. I was soaping my tits and pretended it was Tristan doing it. I squeezed them in my soapy hands and it felt wonderful. I rinsed a hand and started rubbing my pussy. I dreamt I was on my knees in the shower with that big cock in my hand. I started to suck it and stroke it ... He was moaning how good it felt until he lifted me up, held me in place and lowered me onto his cock and started to fuck me against the shower wall. I had my legs wrapped around his waist. I came again. Dazed from the two best orgasms in my life, I finished my shower.

After dinner I played with myself again. I was totally out of control. I had to call Lydia.

"Hey BFF, what's up?" She asked.

"I am so out of control!" I wailed.

"Why?"

"I was driving home and I stopped at a light. I saw Tristan washing his car in his driveway. In shorts and flip flops."

"Ooooh! That I'd like to see!" She said.

"Well, so did I. I hurried home, let down my hair and brushed it, put on my yellow shorts and the white tank top and no bra."

"Those yellow shorts might as be painted on! And your tits might as well be bare in that top!" Lydia snickered.

I regally ignored her comments. "I got Ripley on his leash and off we went. I rounded the corner and there he was. OMG he has a great body! Looking at him made me feel faint."

"So what happened? Why are you outta control?"

"Ripley ran up to him and he squatted down to pet him. Lydia you have no idea. His shorts were stretched tight around those huge thighs and I could see his package and the outline of his prick was running up the leg of his shorts. Another inch and I would have seen the tip, for God's sake! He is so fucking hot and I was getting wet!'

"So what's the problem?"

"I said hi. He looked at me and said, 'Oh my God, have you turned into a sexy girl!'"

"Wow! I still have yet to hear a problem, Marisol."

"I said I was glad he thought so."

"You didn't! You did? Oh wow!"

"He asked me if I had a boyfriend. I thought of Jeremy and looked at him. I told him I did, but that he was really immature. And then he asked me if I wanted a mature man! All I look at was look at the outline of his cock in the leg of his shorts and mumble. He then proceeded to tell me how he'd like to take me upstairs and kiss me and take off my top ... and then ... and then he asked me if I'd ever had my pussy licked."

'Oh My God! He did? How hot is that! Did you do it?"

"No, I didn't!"

"Okay, now I'm confused. Didn't you want him to? Wearing that outfit?"

"I did want him to want me, but what am I? Some little tramp he can just proposition and fuck?'

"Well, in his case, YES! What's wrong with you girl?" She said.

"And then, then he, well, he said that when I was at home in bed tonight to think about his tongue stabbing into my pussy and licking my lips and then sucking on my clit. My face got really hot and I felt my pussy squirt ... and ... and..."

"OMG! That is so sexy. I can't believe it! What happened next?"

"He said to dream about his cock inside me and ... And me ... Sucking on it ... That when I couldn't stand it anymore to come to him and tell him I was ready."

"Ohh! That's sooooo hot!" Lydia was really excited.

"Then he said ... that ... that ... I had better be ready, because I would have to do whatever he wanted! That asshole! What am I? Some little tramp he can order around?"

"Oh, now I get it. It pissed you off and turned you on at the same time! You wanted to tease him and he turned the tables on you. You want him sooooo bad." Lydia could be merciless.

"Yes! I'm pissed because Mom taught me to not take that kind of crap from men. And it turned me on because he was looking at me with those blue eyes and I could see the outline of his cock which I swear was getting bigger as we talked and I could see the outline of the head and it looked so sexy and his body is so hunky and I ... I ... And then he stood up and his cock was lifting up the leg of shorts. He was getting an erection just talking to me!"

"I would LOVE to see that! So what happened next?"

"I ran like a little girl." I reluctantly admitted. Then I got home and I was confused and angry with myself and really, really horny. Lydia, I can't stop playing with myself and fantasizing about him. I have come so hard three times since then!"

"You are outta control!" She said. "Look, we had a deal after Jeremy spread those rumors. None of those little twerps at school was going to get our virginity, right?"

"Yeah, that was the deal."

"Well, he's at Stanford, not at school. Think about it." And she hung up.

I did think about it. That night I masturbated again. And again in the shower the next morning. Mom asked me what was wrong. All I could think about was sex with Tristan.

Later that night

My phone beeped. It was Lydia. "U Up?" I read.

"Y." I texted back.

My phone vibrated. I picked up and she was talking immediately. "Talking to you got me so hot! I started a fantasy where the new couch caught me in the boy's locker room." Lydia said.

"What? Why where you in there?" I asked.

"To get caught, of course."

"What happened?" I asked.

"He took a picture of me and said he would show it to my parents. Then he accused me of getting caught on purpose. Then he told me to take off my panties."

"Nice fantasy! He is a studmuffin." I said.

"So I take off my panties and he grabs me and spanks me. Hard. Then he runs his hands all over my ass to soothe it. Next thing I know he's rubbing my clit. Then he picks me and puts me on his desk on my back. He spreads my legs wide and starts to eat me."

"And then?"

"I came. Hard! It turned me on so much I Googled spanking and found a spanking story. Check your email." She said.

"Hmm. 'Spanked Babysitter' by Thomas Trent."

"Read it and call me back..."

I began to read. She used a candle? Hmmm. He spanks her for disobedience! He licks her asshole? Does pain really turn to lust? Oh wow, he fucks her ass! And is giving blow jobs really that good?

I called Lydia. "Oh my God, that was hot. When she was practicing blow jobs I wanted to do it too!"

"So did I! I went to the kitchen and got a cucumber." She said

"You didn't!"

"I nuked it a little to warm it up, peeled and then sculpted a penis with a paring knife. Just carving it made me dripping wet."

"I'm already soaked from that story!" I said.

"I started to suck it. I felt so nasty! It made me crazy. I wanted it to be Tristan. I practiced just like the story said, but if I pushed it in too far it made me gag. Finally, I went to bed and started rubbing my pussy with it and pinching my nipples. I went up like a rocket and exploded." Lydia sounded elated.

"Oh wow! I'm going to try that!"

"Be careful. When I came, I shoved it all the way in by accident."

"WHAT! You broke your hymen?" I cried.

"Yep. It's gone. Then I fucked myself silly with that cucumber. I almost passed when I came that time."

"OMG! That's wild! Did it hurt a lot?"

"It was a sharp pain, which quickly dulled to an ache," she said.

"Wow. I'm not sure I could do that on purpose."

"Neither am I!"

We chatted a bit more and then hung up.

"Wow. She did it to herself! Should I do that? Could I?"

I thought for a minute and then went to the kitchen and snagged a cucumber. I peeled it, popped it into the microwave and nuked it to temperature. I grabbed a paring knife and went upstairs to my room. I locked the door and went into my bathroom. I started sculpting Tristan's cock with the knife. I was dripping wet. I whispered, "Oh Tristan, I want to suck your cock. I want to smell you. I want to taste your come." I finished the cock and started to lick the head. Unfortunately, it tasted like a frigging cucumber. It really didn't get me off. Frustrated, I started just practicing sucking it and getting it as deep into my mouth as I could. I gripped and started fucking my face. Measuring with my hand, I got about 4 inches into my mouth before I wanted to gag.

Well, at least I can do this. I thought. Then I thought, maybe I should just call him and let him do me. Wait, I'll read Spanked Babysitter again to see if I really want to do this.

Wednesday, the same week

My cell phone rang. It was Lydia "I got it!"

"So how was it?" I asked

"How'd you know I used it?"

"Who are you kidding?" I said

"Okay, it was mind blowing. You have to try it!" Lydia said.

"You mean use yours?"

"I bought one for you too!"

"You didn't! Oh wow. Did you stick it all the way in? How's the vibrator? How'd it feel?" I was really curious.

"I sucked on it first and got it really wet. Then I worked it all the way down to my cervix. It felt like a baseball bat inside me! It was awesome! You have no idea how good it feels to be that full. I turned on the vibrator and I thought I was going to die or go to heaven. I fucked myself with the vibrator turned on and had the best orgasm EVER!"

"OMG. That's sounds so HOT! But I can't imagine busting my hymen on purpose."

"Well, I've been thinking ... I'll do it for you if you want." She said.

"What? Um, I, well. I don't know ... You mean you'd stick it in me?"

"Yes. I did it by accident, but with you ... Oh Marisol, it feels so awesome and I can't imagine how good the real thing must be. Speaking of which, if you don't get off your butt and fuck Tristan soon, I will!"

"Oh Lydia, I, well ... okay, I'm coming over."

Marisol, 1/2 hour later

"Hey BFF!" Lydia said. She was wearing a short robe.

"You sure look content, you little slut!" I said.

"Ooooh, she's jealous!"

"I still don't know. I kinda want my first time to be with a man. Actually, with Tristan."

Lydia said, "But think how good it will be to be with him if it doesn't hurt the first time!"

"Let me see it..."

We went up stairs to her room. Hers was on a towel on her bed. She handed me a package and I tore it open and there it was. I wrapped my hand around the shaft. It was soft with the hard core. I had a weird light-headed feeling come over me. I touched the head of it, which was soft and velvety.

Lydia said, "Here, I'll help with the batteries."

When it was ready, I turned it on. Bzzzz. I was getting flushed and I could feel my pussy starting to get wet. "Oh wow."

Lydia sat down on the bed a picked hers up. She started to lick the head, and then popped it into her mouth and started to suck it. She slid an amazing length of it down her throat and then pulled it out. "Mmmm. I think I'm going to like sucking real cock."

My nipples were hard and pointy. My pussy was getting squishy. Watching Lydia was making me really horny. I raised it to my mouth and licked the tip. It was soooo much better that the stupid cucumber.

"Suck it, Marisol. Show me how much you can take."

I slid the head into my mouth and took as much as I could. Lydia was watching me with a smoldering look as she sucked hers. We had kissed each other but never more than that. There was a lot of sexual tension in the room. I slid it in and out, sucking, watching Lydia. She slipped off her robe and lay back on the bed.

"Watch me, Marisol. Watch me fuck myself..." she husked.

Lydia tucked her legs behind her shoulders. I had seen her do it before, but never naked. Her pussy lips were flared wide open and I could see her pink interior and clit just below her little wisp of pubic hair. Her upper arms mashed her tits together and they looked huge. She took the dildo and parted her pussy lips with it. I was transfixed.

"Ohhhh Yes..." Lydia slid the dildo into herself. Her pussy wrapped tightly around the shaft as it slid in. She turned on the vibrator.

I was lubricating furiously watching her.

"Ooooh baby, watch me. Watch me fuck myself!" she moaned. Then she whispered to me, "Come on you little slut, suck that thing!"

I started to slide it in and out of my mouth, in time with Lydia. We both got deeper and deeper.

Lydia was moaning as she slid it deeply in and out of herself, "Oh God, that's soooo goood ... Yes ... Oooohhhh ... Yes ... So deep ... I'm so full ... Yes..."

I was getting sooo hot watching her. I wanted to come. I gripped it with my lips and unbuttoned my blouse.

"Ohhh yes, take off those clothes. I want to see you naked..." Lydia was on fire now.

I got my bra off and she moaned, "You have such beautiful tits..."

"So do you. Your body is stunning, babe." I said.

I wriggled out of my jeans and pulled off my panties. Lydia was watching me with lust filled eyes as she fucked herself. Then she turned on the vibrator.

"OH GOD YES! Do me. Oh please do me, Marisol, finish me ... Do me ... Fuck me with my big fat dildo..."

I couldn't stand it anymore. I walked over to her. She slid back on the bed to make room. I knelt next to her as she spread her legs again, with the dildo sticking out of her pussy. I could smell her pussy and it was divine. I reached over, took the shaft in my hand and started to fuck her with it. I pumped mine into my mouth with my other hand. Lydia went wild.

"OH GOD, YES! THAT'S SO GOOD ... FUCK ME ... FUCK ME ... FUCK ME ... SO FULL ... SO DEEP ... YES TRISTAN ... FUCK ME ... COME IN ME ... OH ... OH ... OH ... OH ... OH ... OH ... OH GOD, I'M COMING ... I'M COMING ... I'M COMING ... I'M COMING..."

Juices just gushed out of her around the dildo as she came. It was the hottest thing I'd ever seen. I could smell her juices and it was all over my hand. Her orgasm lasted for minutes. I was awed and jealous.

Gradually, she came back to earth. "Oh God, that was even better than last time. You better hurry up with Tristan. I want him to fuck me soooo bad."

"Okay Lydia, do it. Do it to me. And I'll call him tomorrow. And once I've had him, we'll share him. I doubt he'll object!"

I lay down next to her and lifted my legs up and locked my elbows behind my knees, which parted my legs wide. I was sopping wet. She slid down and ran a hand along my inner thigh. It made me shiver. I didn't think I was a lesbian but it sure felt good to be with Lydia. She took my dildo, turned in the vibrator and held it against my clit.

"Oh GOD! That's awesome!" I cried.

She slid the shaft up and down between my pussy lips, nudging my clit with the head each time. Her other hand caressed the back of my thigh, spreading my juices around.

I started to moan. "Uh ... Uh ... Ah ... Oh God ... Yes ... that's so good..."

I felt her hair tickle my thigh and a hot tongue started to lick the juices off my thigh as she slid that dildo back and forth.

"Oh Yes! ... Yes ... That's so good ... Ah ... Ah ... Oh ... Yes ... Yesssssss ... I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm commmmmiiiiinnnnggggg!"

As the powerful orgasm wracked me, I felt a sharp pain and suddenly my pussy was filled to the bottom! The mixture of pleasure and pain was mind blowing.

Lydia said, "I hope it didn't hurt too much."

"It was like you said, a sharp pain and then an ache." I raised my head and sure enough, the dildo was buried in me, purring along as it vibrated. There was pussy juice everywhere. It was a totally new feeling to have something pressing against my uterus. She was right. It was awesome to feel so full.

"You okay?" She asked.

I nodded, "Yes ... it feels good ... So full ... And the vibration!"

She reached over and slid it all the way out. There was a smear of blood on it. Then she slid it back in.

"OH GOD! That's so goooddddd..."

She held it wrapped in her palm with a thumb held up. On every stroke, her thumb rubbed over my clit. Then her tongue started to wash my thigh. She stroked faster. I could feel the head spreading my passage on each stroke and it made me wild. I squeezed with my pussy and it got even better. Then I felt her mouth on my clit. Lydia buzzed her lips on it while fucking me faster...

"So full ... So deep ... Oh yes ... Suck my clit ... Yesssssss ... Uh ... Uh ... Ah ... OH God! ... OH ... OH ... OH ... OH ... OH ... OH ... OH GOD, I'M COMING ... I'M COMING ... I'M COMING ... I'M COMING..."

I exploded again! I couldn't see anything. All I could do was ride the tidal wave of the best orgasm I'd ever had. When I returned from ecstasy, Lydia was kneeling between my legs, with my juices on her chin and smiling a crooked little smile at me.

Thursday night

Ring Ring.

"Hello?"

"Tristan, it's Marisol."

"Hi! It's great to hear from you. I'm glad you called. Listen, about the last time..."

I cut him off. "I'm ready."

"Are you sure?" He said.

"Yes, the last week has been..." I trailed off.

"Hell on earth? Me too." He said.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Since I saw you last, all I can think about is you. Every night I ... ah ... fantasize about you."

"Oh wow."

"You have no idea how devastating you are in person." He said.

"I've been fantasizing about you every night and I can't take it anymore." It came out in a rush.

"Okay then. Cool. But there are rules and a promise."

"Rules? What rules? Promise?" I asked.

"This is about sex for fun, which is very different than making love."

"That was pretty clear from the beginning." I said.

"Hmmm. Well, what are these rules?"

"First - You do as you're told. What I say, you do. Second, when I tell you to do something, you have to ask permission to do it and you have to talk really dirty. Really dirty. Pussy, fuck, cock, cunt, tits - the dirtier the better. Third, you will address me as Sir or Master. This is about playing roles for incredible sex. Those are the rules. Here is the promise. I will never do anything to harm, injure or humiliate you. Anytime that you wish to quit, say "Red Rover, Red Rover." And the roles will stop. Instantly. No questions asked. If you agree to this, you will have the most mind blowing sex that you can stand."

"This is ... I don't know ... What IS this about?"

"It's about dominance and submission role playing. I dominate, you submit. There is no guilt, no inhibitions because this is a role that you are choosing to play. They are skins we put on to play a part that we can cast aside at will. They have nothing to do with who we really are. This way you can be a nasty, dirty little slut if you wish and it's not who you are, or will become. It's true freedom. I can be a domineering male tyrant and still be the man with the feminist mother who would be appalled at my behavior. Dominance is a promise to see to your pleasure and submission is about agreement, not coercion."

"Why can't we just make love?"

"Because you and I aren't there yet. All we've done is fantasize and masturbate about an image and an idea."

"I ... I need to think about this."

"Maybe this will help. Buy a copy of 'Ghost' by John Ringo. It explains everything. Be well my lovely." I hung up.

Marisol & Lydia on Friday

"I just called him last night like we planned. I told him I was ready, but he said that there were rules."

"Rules? Is he nuts?"

"No, Whatever he is, it isn't nuts. Here are the rules: First - I must do as I'm told. What he says, I do. Second, when he tells me to do something, I must ask permission to do it. Third, I have to address him as Sir or Master. Those are the rules: this was the promise. He will never do anything to harm, injure or humiliate me. Anytime that I wish to quit, I say 'Red Rover, Red Rover'. And the roles will stop. Instantly. No questions asked. If I agree to this, I'll have the most mind blowing sex that I can stand."

"Roles? Oh wow, that's really way out there." She paused, "Wait, it's a bit like Spanked Babysitter!" said Lydia.

"He said, "It's about dominance and submission role playing. I dominate, you submit. There is no guilt, no inhibitions because these are roles that we are choosing to play. They are skins we put on to play a part that we can cast aside at will. They have nothing to do with who we really are. This way you can be a nasty, dirty little slut if you wish and it's not who you are, or will become. It's true freedom. I can be a domineering male tyrant and still be the man with the feminist mother who would be appalled at my behavior. Dominance is a promise to see to your ultimate pleasure. Submission is about agreement and acceptance, not coercion."

I asked him, "Why can't we just make love?"

He said, "Because you and I aren't there yet. All we've done is fantasize and masturbate about an image and an idea."

"I told him I needed to think about it."

"He told me buy a book called Ghost. So I did. It was about an ex-navy SEAL. He did this kind of sex on his boat with these two girls named Pam and Courtney and it sounded incredibly erotic. They had wild sex playing roles with him and it sounded so hot and I got really horny so I dildoed with myself fantasizing that Tristan was doing it to me and I came so hard..."

"Whoa! Let me see this book."

"Here. I dog-eared one part where he plays the 'master' on his boat and the girls loved it..."

Lydia read about Courtney & Pam giving Mike a blowjob and getting fucked on the back deck of Mike's boat.

"Oh wow, that's making me horny! But to do it real life?"

"Yeah I know. It is a big leap; especially for my first time." I said.

"Why don't you just fuck Jeremy?" Lydia asked.

"Jeremy! The last time I was with him I let him take off my bra. He sucked on my nipples for a little while and then when he touched my pussy, the little twerp came in his pants!"

Lydia laughed. "I remember how pissed you were!"

"I'm still pissed! He tried to hide it but I could see the stain! It was like in American Pie when Jim came in shorts with Nadia! What a jerk. If I let him go any further he'd probably dribble on my leg! I don't need or want a boy! I need a MAN!"