“Sexual fetishes are rarely transferrable. It’s funny, but with sex and people, we can be very specific. This is why there’s so many different t...pes of porn. You show someone porn and they don’t have that fetish, it comes off as silly and awkward. Totally not sexy.”She had a point. But I had a little evidence that Melissa might be willing to explore my i****t fetish. “Well, Abby, when Melissa and I were together, and I told her Jacob might see her, it kind of got her off I think. Could it be. She was wearing a tight, knee length figure hugging dress, showing off her curves. It was purple, and it brought her eyes out amazingly. "Move over." I wanted to lie next to her in this perfect setting, to give myself a little satisfaction even if she didn't know. She shifted her body so I could squeeze on next to her. "I can't believe we're going to uni this year. It feels so surreal, you know? Like who would have thought this day would come. We're legally adults, on holiday with our friends,. It was affected, but her shivering was sincere (if maybe a little exaggerated, too), and I sighed and piled our stuff quickly before taking her hand and leading her out of the teepee down to the water, which was right around the corner. The first pool was the hottest, cut only a little by the mountain stream running beside the pools. The second pool, downhill from the first, mixed more of the mountain runoff with the heated spring water falling from the first pool. I led my girlfriend to the. I wondered if her bush was as red as the copper-red colored curls that framed her beautiful face. I wondered if she would be interested in taking care of her obvious hunger by jumping my bones. Here was my chance. "Don't you have a husband or boyfriend to help you with those special, er, ummm, needs?" I asked her."Nope." she said shaking her head, "No one steady anyway." We sat in silence for a moment and then she said, "Would you?" I mean I know you're living with someone...but I need it.