Chapter 3
During the next couple of days Mr. Harris ignored me most pointedly, which might have upset me if I hadn't been so busy. First of all, there was Judy to contend with, and secondly a new man had loomed on the horizon. But I'd promised Burt I'd do my best to win Judy's confidence for his sake, so the new man had to wait awhile.
Actually Judy proved eager to be my friend once I'd made the initial approach. We seemed to hit it off very nicely and spent some hours talking about ourselves before I took the step of inviting her to my house for dinner. "I'd love to!" said the little redhead. "But won't your brother think I came to seem him?"
"Probably, but isn't that half true?" I teased.
"No, not at all." Judy looked hurt that I should say such a thing. "You invited me and I'm accepting the invitation on your account."
"He's very nice," Judy said, still miffed by my insensitivity, "but we're not going steady or anything like that. I guess you might say we're just good friends."
"Okay, in that case I'll warn him to keep his distance when you're having dinner with us,"
I said, and she rewarded me with a quick, dazzling smile which showed me how very pretty she was. Her red hair was dark in hue and lustrous, and flowed freely down her shoulders to the small of her back. Her eyes were dark brown but sometimes looked dark red, and she had a small, upturned nose and a small, full mouth that made her look twelve years old. Even her body was girlish, with the tummy pushing out so that her back curved inward sharply and came out as abruptly to form a pert, tight little ass that I found enviable. When she walked her cheeks quivered ever so faintly, much less than mine, and her belly came first whenever she entered the room, followed closely by her crotch. I could well imagine her thrilling to Burt's caresses ever so selfishly. She looked as though she'd expect boys to pay homage to her girlish beauty, without her having to reciprocate. I didn't know then how wrong I was.
That matter settled, I was able to concentrate more on the new man in my life. He didn't know it yet but my eye was fixed on him. His name was Mr. Ross and he was the physical-education instructor, a splendid looking fellow who always wore tight-fitting clothes and made all the girls grow moist whenever he went through his exercises. He was tall and ruggedly handsome, muscular without bulging too much, and I had a sneaking suspicion that he could do for me what Mr. Harris had failed to do—satisfy me!
We had his class at the end of the afternoon. Mr. Ross had always appealed to me but now, with my new needs brewing inside me and with my sights set on target, he made me flush hotly each time I looked at him. I was in the front row of the class, exercising along, touching my toes and all that, but constantly sneaking peeks at his magnificent body. Frank was nice but Mr. Ross was delicious! His muscles rippled each time he moved and the crotch of his pants drew taut whenever he straightened up, making me dizzy with lust. I had to think up a way of get-ting to him!
He noticed my covert looks, too. As the class progressed he began to look my way more often. He understood! At once my exercises were performed with more verve. I bent lower than the others so that my skimpy gym blouse fell open and my ripe tits revealed themselves to him as far as it was possible without being openly indecent. And when he told us to He on our backs and make pedaling motions with our legs in the air, I kept mine well apart and shifted forward to draw my shorts more tautly along my pussy. He came toward me, ostensibly to correct the way I was pedaling, but I knew what was on his mind. His eyes bored into the subtle fold under my shorts and then he shifted his gaze to look me straight in the eye. In that electric moment the message passed back and forth: "Yes!"
"Oh, Miss Fuller!" he called when he'd dismissed the class. Would you stay behind a moment, please?"
"Certainly, sir," I said. None of the others suspected but my pussy and I knew what was going to happen. Both of us throbbed with anticipation.
"Just come into my office for a moment if you don't mind." He opened the door to let me in, followed me inside, and closed the door. The next moment I was in his arms, grinding my pussy against his upper leg and feeling his thick cock pressing against my belly. How I loved that feeling! It was the sample that convinces. His hands held my head still as he kissed me passionately and our bodies began to undulate in unison, pushing harder and harder into each other as though our lust was about to boil over. Already I was fumbling with my shorts to get them off. There was no time to waste! My brothers would be gathering at the entrance to the school ready to march me off. If he gave it to me right away, we could just squeeze by.
But Mr. Ross was a lover, not a rusher. Even when my shorts dropped to the floor he continued his slow, thorough going seduction of my pulsing body, running his hands over my covered tits and kissing the arch of my neck. Why had I worn panties that day! It cost precious seconds to get them off, especially since he distracted me so much. My unsteady hands wormed them down over my ass and one of his hands came down that far to run an appreciative finger between the split of my buttocks, but that's as far as we got.
"Wanda!" It was Jerry's voice echoing through the gym. Mr. Ross backed off at once and indicated I should get dressed. "Hey, Wanda! Let's go already!"
I emerged from the office feeling shaky, patting my hair down so he wouldn't see any signs of a scuffle. Jerry was looking in the direction of the girls' dressing room, expecting me to come out of there in my street clothes. When I hadn't changed and came out of the teacher's office, a dark scowl crossed his face. "What the hell were you doing in there?" he asked suspiciously.
"We were just discussing the upcoming school play," I lied glibly. "Mr. Ross is producing it, you see."
"Yeah? Well, it seems to me we're going to have to watch you more closely from now on." I protested, of course, but Jerry wouldn't say another word about it. My brothers closed ranks about me and I had to go along with them. Every, nerve in my body seemed to be poking up out of my skin. Even the slow breeze aroused me. And the impression his big cock had left on my belly burned through me, exciting and frustrating me at the same time. Why the hell did they have to be so eagle-eyed? I could tell Jerry was still brooding about not finding me in the expected place. He was the main sentinel, really. But for him, the other three wouldn't be so vigilant.
"Is Judy coming tonight?" Burt asked when we were alone in my room.
"Yes, but you have to play along a little," I said, tugging at the buttons of my blouse. It was so goddamned hot, so clammy and close, that I could hardly breathe. How I needed a respite from my condition! I found myself eyeing Burt as lustfully as I had Mr. Ross. Burt was smaller and less rugged but he was a man with a man's equipment. He had it in his power to scratch that wild itch at the bottom of my pussy, to dig deep enough and to blow hard enough to extinguish for a good long time. But he was my brother and that sort of thing wasn't done!
"What do you mean?"
"Well, she's coming because I invited her, and she's coming as my friend. So you'll have to wait for a signal from her before you can pounce on her," I said moodily. Why did men have to be so dumb?
"little bitch!" he muttered. He flung himself into the easy chair near the window and put his feet up on the sill. "She knows that I'm dying for it and that's why she's playing it cagey."
"Why should it matter so much to you? She's not the only girl in school, right?"
"But she's the only one that I've gotten so far with and I can't start all over again with another! A man's only got one life, you know."
"So what's the hurry?" As if I didn't know.
"You don't know because you're a girl," he said churlishly. "It's nothing for a girl to do without sex because they don't need it. But I've been waiting for years to try it, Wanda, and it's driving me crazy to think that the others have screwed a girl and I haven't."
"You're a virgin?" I exclaimed, suddenly interested. "I was sure you'd lost your cherry ages ago."
"No, you and me," he sighed, "we're in the same boat." "Yes, that's right."
Burt sank back into silence. He glared moodily out of the window and I could tell he would be there for a long time. I wanted him to go so that I'd at least be able to masturbate but there was no way of getting through to him, not by hints, anyway. "Listen, brother dear," I said at last, "I want to get changed, so...."
"Go ahead," he said, "I won't look."
"After the other night I'm not so sure." I could see him coloring brightly but he shook his head and said that if I didn't trust him to change behind the screen. In the far corner of my room stood a Japanese screen that my father had bought me for my fourteenth birthday, yet another protector of my modesty. I sighed, took my robe, and disappeared behind it. But once I had off all my clothes I couldn't resist the temptation of playing with myself just a little bit. My own nakedness aroused me, it seemed. Besides, Burt was lost in thought, he wouldn't notice it if I took a long time. I had to get some kind of relief.
I reached out to the dresser and took the hairbrush off it. Armed with that I began to fore-play myself, gently touching and kissing my nipples. Once that had been enough. When my tits were big enough for me to get my lips to the nipples I'd spent fine hours driving myself to distraction. But these days I needed stronger medicine. Still, it sufficed to bring me up to that excruciating plane where ecstasy was within reach but frustration persisted like a background hum. I managed to keep one eye on Burt in case he made a sudden move, and then, when my body thrilled to every little bit of stimulation, I applied the stiff bristles of the brush to my pussy.
It had to be done very softly. Too much and I'd fall to the floor. My knees trembled violently as the rough brush tantalized every part of my cunt—up and down, sliding along the labia till they parted like petals under the sun, and it made contact with the even more sensitive inner flesh. Now my passion really gathered momentum. Burt was still gazing out of the window. One of his hands rested casually on his lap but I noticed to my delight that the fingers were moving ever so slightly, just enough to put him into the category of playing with himself. Both of us were masturbating! That stoked my fires up till it became almost unbearable. All I had to do was to present my nakedness to him and he would be sure to succumb. Perish the thought! Apart from the risks involved, I would never be able to face myself again.
A little bit more. My teeth were set and the sweat gushed down from my brow. I had to clutch at the screen for support. The brush dug in more deeply, hurting me as much as it pleased me. Only the pain turned into more pleasure until at last a small but intense orgasm rippled through my loins and blunted the edge of my desire. I wanted to keep going and if I had been alone I would have. But with an effort of will I laid the brush aside, slipped my robe on, and came out from behind the screen to sit on the edge of the bed. I was far from being better. And Burt's obvious erection didn't help. Was he thinking of me or of Judy? He'd never telL
"What's the matter, baby boy?" I said tenderly, stroking his hair. "Is the little boy upset?"
"Don't fuck around," he said curtly.
"Ooohh, is diddums angry with sister? Does he want sister to kiss it all better?"
"Push off!" He pulled his head away from my hand and continued to stare through the window. Just touching him excited me, so I stroked his long hair a little more. He jumped to his feet, a mixture of anger and laughter in his eyes, and said, "If you don't stop that I'm going to have to teach you a lesson, Wanda, so watch out."
"Poor diddums," I said in baby talk, reaching out to pat his head again. That did it. He threw me back on the bed and we started to wrestle just as we'd done long ago when we were innocent of the difference between the sexes. This time we were all too aware of it, especially when my robe came undone. I wanted him desperately and was prepared in that mad moment to let him have me. But he stopped when he found himself on top of my almost naked body, and his face turned a fiery red.
"Oh, Jesus, I'm sorry, Wanda," he said, getting off me at once and closing my robe. "I didn't mean for that to happen. Please don't tell anyone about this."
"I won't, it was just good clean fun that caused it," I soothed him. It seemed as though both of us knew it wasn't. Burt left my room and I was about to reach for the hairbrush again, when the call came from downstairs that Judy had arrived. I dressed hurried and went down to greet her. She looked prettier than ever, dressed in tight slacks and an equally form-fitting top that accentuated the graceful, girlish curves of her body. Burt was literally watering at the mouth when he saw her, but she attached herself to me.
All of us gathered at the dinner table. My four brothers were more than polite to Judy. Everyone of them wanted her, that much was obvious. They were more talkative, more witty, than usual, but Judy didn't seem to notice. Even my father inclined toward her. He looked very handsome that evening with his hair greying at the temples, but deep brown for the rest, his face square-cut and strong like Jerry's, and his demeanor that of a gentleman who's experienced the world and all its bounties to the full. Judy was a little more impressed with him but either she didn't understand the origins of that courtliness, or she took heed of mother's warning glances.
Seeing my family through her eyes, as it were, I noticed how lucky I'd been to become part of such a good-looking group. Really, if they hadn't been kin I would have gladly gone to bed with any one of them, especially my father. For all his moral inflexibility and the despotic way in which he ran the house, he was a man of great charm and appeal. But I dismissed such thoughts as being the product of my overheated condition and did my best to participate in the conversation.
All of them took to Judy. She turned out to be a fresh and clever girl in company, and my liking for her grew by the minute. It was no longer a forced thing, for Burt's sake. She genuinely appealed to me as a person ... or was it as a woman? That made me shiver. True, I'd told my diary that I would do anything and everything, but only with men who weren't part of the Fuller clan. Was it really necessary to draw the line there? I felt as though I knew nothing at that time.
The night slipped by surprisingly quickly and when someone remarked that it was already midnight, my mother said Judy had better spend the night with us. Judy nodded her agreement and called her folks to inform them. "But where will she sleep?" asked Burt, his motives plastered all over his face.
"She can sleep in Wanda's room," Mom said with a faint smile. "I suppose that's all right with you, is it Wanda?"
"My bed's more than big enough," I said, hoping I wasn't blushing.
"Fine, that's settled. Well, what do you say, Dad, time to go to bed?" My father nodded and the company began to disperse slowly, doing last minute things, going to the bathroom, chatting a little longer. Judy followed me up the stairs chatting about something that I couldn't grasp. My mind was in a dither. Would something happen? I had no idea of what could happen but I sensed something was about to, anyway. Burt came after us as if hoping for a reprieve. Judy closed the bedroom door in his face and Burt's footsteps receded into his own room. She kept on talking, bright and fresh, so innocent that she couldn't possibly be harboring ulterior motives. We undressed without haste and I gave her one of my nighties. When we had on our bedclothes, we crawled under the sheet and I ticked off the light. Then there was silence.
Outside a car went by. Footsteps in the hall died away as the boys and our parents reached their respective destinations. Judy had run out of things to talk about. The silence became oppressive. The warmth of her body reached mine and made me acutely aware of her presence. I couldn't understand why I was so tense. Other girls had spent the night with me and all we had done was chat until sleep claimed us. But something had changed. At one point our hands met ever so briefly and recoiled at once as though we'd given each other an electric shock!
I couldn't help but think how nice it would be if the two of us were to play with each other— just a little bit, nothing serious of course, perhaps some mutual masturbation. But I didn't have the nerve to suggest it to her. Instead I lay perfectly still beside her and waited to fall asleep. That would solve all my problems. Tomorrow morning I would be hornier than ever thanks to the intrusion of new notions, but I'd worry about that then.
There was a faint noise at my door. I peered into the darkness to see what was happening. Soft footsteps, the door closing carefully, a shape appearing between the bed and the window, and then nothing for a moment. It had to be Burt. He was at Judy's side of the bed waiting for a hint from her. She did nothing. "Pssst!" he whispered. "Are you still awake, Judy?"
"No," she said.
"Sshh! Don't wake my sister! Do you want to come into my room?"
"No," she said again, clearly and in her normal speaking voice.
"Keep quiet!" he hissed. "Come on, honey, let's make out. You know you're the only girl I love. Please!"
"Some other time."
"What about a hand job then?" Burt never was good at bargaining, I thought while I made myself breathe regularly and produced little sleeping noises. I turned over to my side, facing them, but groaning as if there was a dream going on in my head. "See, she's fast asleep. It won't hurt you to jerk me off once in a while, would it?"
"I'm sorry, Burt, I'd like to but not now," she said firmly.
"Can I switch on the little light then and jerk off while looking at you?" He was pleading now and I felt sorry for him. Judy had him by the balls, but only figuratively.
"All right but be quick about it." The small light by the side of the bed was turned on and I heard the covers move back off her body. I opened one eye very slightly and watched as Judy pulled up her nightie and displayed her assets to him. My God, that girl was sexy! I tried to stifle my excitement but I couldn't do it. Her body was laid on display in a very nonchalant, indifferent fashion and she looked bored as Burt wormed his cock out of his pajamas and started to beat off. That was more fuel for my fantasies, though. I looked at her, then at him, back at her, and at that moment I really didn't know which one of them aroused me more.
Judy's skin was pure white, flawless, stretched smoothly over her girlish frame. Her belly popped up a little, soft and inviting, and below it was a small brush of red hair poking up insolently. Her little tits were perfectly spherical and the nipples were surprisingly large and pink. Then there was Burt and his long, slender dick that he was rubbing with one clenched fist. His balls dangled outside his fly, full to bursting, looking so tasty from where I was watching that my mouth watered at the idea of swallowing them. Wait till I told my diary about this!
"Please hurry, Burt, I can see you're holding back," she told him sharply.
"Let me get a better look at you then."
"All right." She sighed and spread her legs out wide, pushing her hips up into the air. Burt hurried over to the foot of the bed and gazed right into her pussy, an expression of sheer delight making his eyes sparkle. His hand rubbed harder now, rushing up and down the length of his dick automatically while the rest of him concentrated on the vision between her legs. I felt my pussy begin to foam at the mouth. I was aching to join in, to put my cunt on display right next to hers if only to give Burt a double-barreled fantasy to work on. Still, it was a peculiar and intense pleasure to be witnessing this scene, and so I made soft snoring noises and kept on peering at them through my eyelashes.
"What's the matter with you tonight?" she queried, shifting around so that she faced her pillow and her ass stuck high up into the air. "As a rule you blow your wad in seconds, when I do this for you!"
"Shut up and let me do it my way," he said with a note of anger in his voice. "It'd be a hell of a lot quicker if you were to pitch in, you know, but you never will."
"All boys are the same," she muttered, waiting for him to come with mounting impatience. She rested her head on the pillow, turning her face to my side of the bed and closing her eyes as if she was too tired to do anything else. I noticed that the temptation was becoming too much for my young brother. He kept beating off and coming closer and closer to her profferred pussy. He sat on his knees on the footend of the bed and his flushed knob was just inches away from penetrating her. I got the idea that she wanted him to but that she wanted him to do it all on his own. That idea was over when he actually tried to introduce his dick into her. She spun around in a rage and warned him that if he ever tried that again she'd never pose for him anymore. Burt retreated but didn't stop rubbing his dick.
I felt badly for him. Judy was too cruel. She lay on her back again, her legs drawn up and far apart, and one of her hands held her pussy lips open. She had a sneer on her face while she watched my brother suffer and I guessed that she needed more of a man than he was. For the sake of the Fuller family, I was angry with her— but at the same time I understood. At least, I thought I did.
He came at last. A burst of white cream arched out of his knob and fell to her thigh. Judy waited till the last of it was out, then took a corner of her sheet and wiped herself thoroughly. "No go," she said sharply, "and don't you dare tell anyone about this."
"All right, honey, good night." Burt turned off the light and padded out of the room. Silence again. I kept up my pretence of sleeping so as not to embarrass her.
"Your brother is a sex fiend," she said suddenly and clearly.
"What?" I opened my eyes in spite of myself and in the darkness I caught a gleam of white teeth. She was smiling.
"I knew you were awake the whole time," she said, talking more softly now. "How did you like the show?"
"You're too hard on Burt," I said now that my cover was blown. "Why won't you make love with him?"
"I have my reasons."
"And you won't tell me?" Inadvertently I took her hand, and she made no attempt to free herself.
"I won't tell you," she said, "but perhaps there are other ways of explaining." I didn't understand that, not even when her other hand touched my hair and began to stroke it gently. It was a nice sensation, somehow soothing, and I cuddled a little closer. After all, we were friends now and that sort of thing was permitted between friends. Only when she stroked all the way down to my breasts did I begin to wonder what she was up to.
"We women have to stick together," she whispered, her hand brushing along my breast so lightly that I was only half sure she was actually touching it. "Men are such brutes, they don't understand us the way we understand each other. You don't mind that I touch you, do you?"
"I guess not." She squeezed me fondly and now I felt her hand on both my breasts, toying with the nipples through my nightie. I wanted to tell her to stop, that I didn't go in for familiarities on that scale. But then, the situation was so perfect. There we were, the two of us alone in my big bed, lost in the warm darkness of the night, besides, we both had our needs. I certainly did. The more she caressed me the more I felt myself being drawn toward her. Her hand slipped down under my nightie and fondled my breasts openly, the way a man would— if a man was around to do it!
There was only her. And she seemed to know as well as any man what gave a woman pleasure. A soft moan escaped me as she pinched my nip-ples. They were hard now, a telltale sign, and now her caresses became bolder. I still didn't have the courage to respond, but then she wasn't demanding anything of me. What a luxury to be so pampered! I stretched, pushing my tits up harder against her hand, and she responded by pulling my low-cut nightie out of the way and leaning over me to kiss my breasts one after the other. The softness of her lips thrilled me deeply. Suddenly I didn't care that she was a girl. Love making is love making, no matter who dealt it out. On top of that a strange curiosity made itself felt. How would it be if I were to feel those spherical little tits of hers? Would her nipples be as hard as mine?
Timidly I reached out and touched her breasts. Judy made it easy for me by moving back a little. For the first time I felt another woman's tits. I'd expected that to be much the same as touching my own, but no, it was altogether different. Hers were harder than mine, firm and uppity, and the nipples were like two small bullets poking up. The moment the palm of my hand made contact with them a spurt of passion ran through me and made my cunt drip with excitement. I had to have more of her, all of her! Judy lay back as I pushed her nightie up to her shoulders and waited for me to get my fill of kissing and licking and touching her tits before she took the offensive again.
Now it was on! Our nighties were cast aside and our naked bodies met in a passionate clench that knocked the breath out of our lungs. We pressed our lips together and tongued fiercely, our hands searching out each other's vital parts in a frenzy of lust. In the back of my mind I still expected it to stop at mutual masturbation, but that was only because I didn't know what else was possible between women. I was soon to find out that everything was possible except for the actual act of fucking—and I hardly missed that.
Judy made love to me in a way that brought the woman in me out of hiding. Her deHcate fingers tantalized my whole body and her tongue sHthered along every part of it. I was shocked the first time she kissed my pussy but not for long. She really did understand me better than Mr. Harris had. Her tongue dipped in deep and nicked at the dew oozing out of my inner cunt, and then she moved up higher to lasso my clit-oris, drawing the noose of her tongue tight for a second before going higher, past the beginning of the sHt right up to my navel, and further to my tits. She knew exactly how sensitive they were, how all her suckling and nibbling made my pussy throb with incredible pleasures. And she knew how to time her titillations, too. Just as I was ready for more eating, she dove down and burrowed into me greedily.
I let her work me up to the first orgasm before taking over, or at least giving her a run for her money. My hand had located her redhaired little box, tiny and fullsome, and already a finger had found its way inside to savor the silky softness of her secret flesh. Now I wanted a taste of her. Recalling how my own juices had thrilled me I slithered down along her girlish body until her muff pushed into my face. My tongue parted her lips and took a tentative taste of her moisture. How delightful! The first taste made me an addict. I parted her legs wide with both hands and sucked at her cunt hole to bring down a rush of her sap, swallowing it, and sucking some more. At the same time I did unto her as she'd done unto me, moving my face from side to side so that my nose stimulated her clitoris and evoked more of her nectar.
Judy wouldn't lie still for long. She maneuvered us both until I was flat on my back and had my head between her thighs, and she was over me on her elbows and knees, her head buried between my legs, her nose nuzzling at my asshole. In that position we ate each other out until neither of us could take any more. We came together, uttering shrill little cries and shivering violently as our orgasms coursed through our ecstasy-wracked bodies. She toppled slowly over to one side of me and we lay together, holding hands, breathing heavily.
A short break sufficed to restore our appetites for each other. She made me get down on all fours and reached under my ass from behind me to grab hold of my tits while the crook of her arm pressed hard into my pussy. Her lips brushed along the cheeks of my ass for a while, building me up to another peak of passion, and she brought me undone by suddenly biting into my flesh. I remained in position even though I was filled with all sorts of conflicting urges. I wanted more of her sap, more of her tits, but it was such a lascivious sensation to sit on my bed on all fours and let her work me over that I couldn't tear away, not just yet.
She began to kiss down into the crack of my ass, moving her arm out of the way and seizing my cheeks with both hands to open me up like a ripe melon. I moaned and rested my head on my arms, poking my ass up the way she had at Burt, giving in to her blandishment with luxurious abandonement. Her tongue felt soft yet abrasive as it slipped down toward my asshole. And, when it touched down on that neglected, supersensitive little spot, I grew taut and trembly all over. It only took a second to come once the tip of her tongue was inside my back passage, but she kept on doing it till I came again.
She drew back and turned on the small light again so we could see each other. I still had trouble looking her in the eye but looking into her pussy came easily to me. We lay in the sixty-nine position and slowly fingered each other into happiness. I loved the look of her cunt with two of my fingers inside it. Her flesh was a startling pink inside her full lips, flecked with pale globules of pleasure-juice, and the ragged pinkness around her hole fitted around my fingers with a snug, sensual hug that made my fingers feel like cocks about to blow. And her fingers reaming in and out of me were almost as nice as Frank's dick. I only had to close my eyes to feel as though I was being fucked properly.
We ended up late into the night lying on top of each other, face to face, pubic bone to pubic bone, as Judy initiated me into the gentle art of tribadism. Her hairy mound pulled at mine to make the lips of my cunt flex tautly and stimulated my clitoris at the same time as she was getting it back from me. Our tits were squashed together, softness relieved only by the hard nipples that were virtually sucking ecstasy into themselves and transmitting it all to our overheated pussies. Only when we were completely exhausted did our orgy come to a halt, and even then we couldn't draw apart. Wrapped in each other's arms, the light off again, we kissed and caressed and entangled our legs to be together in this post-coital bliss.
"So that's why you won't let my brother fuck you," I grinned at one point, just as the night was reluctantly giving way to daylight. "You only like girls."
"I think so," she said uncertainly. "But it's hard to say since I've never made love with a man."
"Another virgin!" I exclaimed. "Whatever became of the sexual revolution?"
"That began and ended in centerfolds," she said sardonically. "You know, it's not fiat I don't want to go to bed with men.... I'm just afraid! I know you think that's silly of me but I've tried to make myself do it a lot of times, especially with Burt, and each time things get too hot or out of control, I get cold inside. I just don't know what the matter with me is anymore. Perhaps I ought to see a psychiatrist."
"Never mind," I soothed, holding her close to me, "you know you're not frigid because if you were we could never have had so much fun together. Your mother was probably frightened by an erect cock while she was pregnant with you, or something like that. We'll sort it out in time."
"And until then?" she said, no longer the brave seducer.
"Until then you can always spend the night at my place."