There was no hesitation on either part, so I could tell they'd done a lot of this before that night.I added a few more fingers, tucked my thumb into m... palm, and wormed my entire hand into Summer. She moaned with pleasure at the invasion. I moved my hand around, again exciting her G-spot. I shifted to my long fingers, found her A-spot, and went to work.Four minutes later, Summer lay comatose on the bed in front of me. Melissa broke into a huge smile, and did a little 'Yes' move with her arm to. They had invited me to their annual Fourth of July celebration. Meg is my college sweetheart, and we hadn't seen each other in nearly two months, so I was anxious to be with her again. That wasn't the only reason I wanted to be there, though. I was hoping that the weekend would finally be the right time for Meg and I to sleep together.Meg's 18 (almost 19). She and I had met back in January during the Spring semester at college. She was a brand new freshman, and we happened to run into each. One night, Eric was sitting on his bed, flipping through the pages of a porn mag, all the while rubbing the growing bulge in his skimpy little bikini underwear. I was lying in my bed, a sheet discreetly pulled up to hide my own burgeoning hard-on. I had my face buried in a book, trying not to look in his direction, but not being very successful.It was around 1 am when Eric put down his magazine and announced he was going to sleep. He asked if I could turn off the light. Wanting to rub one. "What's happening?" Granddad asks, standing next to his wife in thedoorway and bristling when he sees me in my dress and heels. "Why is hehere dressed like THAT?" SHE," dad says. "You address Nikki as 'she', not 'he'." Don't be stupid," granddad spits. "He's a boy and he always will be!"By now I'm shaking, both from the cold and from nerves, and my mum'ssupporting hands on my shoulders are the only thing preventing me fromcollapsing in a heap."SHE. IS. A. GIRL," dad insists. "Some people are.