I giggled when Mom's comment reveled that my remaining maleness was just a little too obvious. "Looks like we'll have to be very choosy when we go to ...uy you a new bikini for the beach and make sure that we get something that hides your peepee."Easing into my bed, I watched as she placed several of the photographs that she had taken of me on my new dresser. I giggled like a silly girl when she said "I'll see if I can find a pink photo album for you tomorrow."Turning out my bedroom light we sat. I am feeling nearly as playful as desirous. My hands grab just below your ass. My fingers can wrap down into the insides of your thighs. You give me your look that lets me know that you know what I want. We kiss again and push ourselves into mid-chest high water. God damn, I fucking want you. Our lips are inseparable, our teeth click and clack happily as they make contact. Your arms are around my neck to show me your insistence. We float in the sea flipping over letting the water tease us. I. "But I see the way you look at her girlfriend."I couldn't tell if the green fire in Brianna's eyes was natural intensity or actual jealousy. "What?"Brianna sniffed. "You and Cherys are very 'familiar' with each other." We've been over this. There's a lot of history between us." Sometimes it amazed me that even after so much time in a relationship with Brianna, there was still so little she understood about me and the people I grew up with. I suppose it was because she was my first real. She had obviously just been fucked. But her face was largely hidden by one arm and her hair, and you could not tell what she was feeling or thinking: pleasure? satisfaction? fear of what might happen next? Her hips were still voluntarily up. I imagined standing behind her and watching for a reaction as she heard the sounds of my removing my belt, seeing her flinch as I let the leather trail lightly across her. She would collapse at the first hard blow, writhe about, try to escape, thrash.