Women. The ones who drink beer from a bottle, who help haul the wood for the bonfire, bait their own hooks and gut their own fish. The kind that don't...play that 'no means no' bullshit because they don't have to — if they don't want you touchin' 'em, you don't touch 'em.That's why I like Lisa. She has never broken a nail and cried about it. She can take a hit — literally. I saw her get in a fight at the mall once. I think that's the day I decide she was the one. Not that I wasn't gonna fuck. Kate moaned softly, in her sleep, as he worked his fingers across her slit, slowly increasing the heat and moisture buried deep within her beautiful, tight cunt. As he continued, her hips slowly began to writhe in small circles, bucking back only his fingers."Mmm!" She moaned from her deep sleep, as Brendon's fingers began pumping faster into her sex from behind. Kate's hand softly gripped the blanket tightly, as she began to bite her lip, now working her hips backward, taking his fingers in as. He caught his breath each time I hit his frenulum, which, of course, made me want to hit it even more. His breathing became more and more labored.I looked up and saw he was watching me intently. I winked at him and his eyes widened.In an instant my nose was buried in his pubic hair, his head was tickling my larynx and the tip of my tongue was tickling his hairy balls.“Aaah!” He clenched, tightened, jumped, and shook all at once. The majority of his muscles were suddenly tense.I swirled my. I had to promise to be a big girl for him to show me. He told me to stand in the middle of the room. I walked slowly, nervously glancing at the door every so often as I took off my clothes. While I was doing that, he rummaged through a drawer and pulled out something small. He walked over to me. It was lipstick. He put the red lipstick on my lips and told me it was to make me look more grown up. He sat on the bed and stared at me for a while. I was shaking. I wanted to grab my clothes and run.