It was the phone number of your junior high school crush." How did you ever—" Like I said, I'm good at that and I get bored there." So now what. I g...ess you looked."She laughed. "Only at some, but I got the idea. You like girls like me."I didn't respond. I didn't know how to."Well, you do don't you?" Yes." I want to know why." Why?" Yes." Couldn't have anything to do with you being very beautiful."Smiling she said, "No, I don't think so." Or funny, or smart, or cute." Oh, I like this!". He began to remove his own clothes and then he saw the faint traces of movement, sensing that his beauty would soon be awake, and he cut off the overhead lights, so that the only light available was the small lamp across from her and she would not be able to see him at all. He loved to watch them wake up, to see their minds struggle with their predicament and to wonder how they had gotten in such a predicament. His mind wandered briefly to the dozen or so other women who had awakened in this. Fred and June were both in their late fifties with a bit of gray in their brown hair. Both had retired within the last year, Fred from a management job at the bank and June from teaching. Both were fit for their age and spent most of their time gardening and golfing, with a few weekend trips in their motor home when they could get away.Barbara was 16 now, with a couple of years of high school left to complete. She had her light brown hair tied up in a ponytail and when she smiled it was obvious. It was our first too.“You are good to me,” she murmured between kisses. Her hand guided my cock into her heavenly portal.The next fifteen or twenty minutes were the memorable part. That event I will always consider my real “first time”. It was SO different than the almost passive fucks I’d had previously. For example, I was trying to hold back to give her a chance to get her climax. She was riding and sweetly said, “You look too serious. Relax. Just enjoy me and be OK with whatever happens.”I.