With her shoulder length, auburn hair and her vivacious, friendly personality she was my dream girl. She wasn't the prettiest girl but she was the typ... of girl that you looked at and knew you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. Her name was Anne and we'd met in college at a dance. My name is Dan. I know, it rhymes; Anne and Dan. Easy to remember.I don't know what she saw in me, but after we were introduced it was just her and I from then on. We were both juniors when we met and both. She slept in late, ate a late breakfast and made plans for the day.While showering, she decided to use the swimming pool and read a novel. It'd been so long since she'd had some time to herself. She put on a new Wicked Weasel swimsuit she'd recently received as a gift from her father.She swam a few laps and dried herself off. It was a beautiful sunny day. Soon fall would be here, she thought, as she fondly recalled her first sexual experience. That was two years ago and she and her father had. His biceps were smooth again, but he tensed under her fingers. Then she felt something oily, and he sucked in a breath. She could smell the ointment now.“Bad?” she asked.“I dodged a falling board too slow. The nails missed, but it was on fire. I’ve had worse when burning scrap. I don’t even think the shirt’s scorched.”“Only hurts when you laugh?”He did laugh at that. He gripped her then, and pulled her into a kiss. His lips were hard against hers, and his tongue tickled hers. She felt the. "Ohhhh!" was all he could say as his teeny nipple went erect in mymouth. "They'll be bigger before too long," I promised him, briefly comingup for air, then returning."Ooooooh!" was all he could reply as my tongue flicked a nipple. "More!" He didn't seem puzzled by what I'd just said! Or questionit!More? Why wait? I leaned over and took a birth control pill wheelout of my nightstand and pressed one out and handed it to him. "Each of us," I told him cryptically. And took one of my own anda.