”I started to say something but she hushed me. Her hand embraced my erection with a sweet rocking caress, and she continued.“This place will never...be quite the same, that bedroom has a whole new meaning. When I’m in that bed the memory I am going to have is of your head between my thighs and your tongue inside me. And I’ll think of the time when you stood up and dropped your pants and I saw your little monster spring out, I believe my eyes were probably bulging out of my head because I wanted. I trace your clit again, your hands are resting on my shoulders, I thrust one finger into you, you nearly collapse. I move my right arm around your back keeping you close, making sure you dont fall. I curl my finger inside you, exploring, listening to your heavy pants and groans. I slide easily in and out of you, picking up a little speed. I enter a second finger forcefully, your head falls back and you let out a loud moan of pleasure. I move slowly at first, matching the movement of your hips.. I was scared at first but nothing seemed broken so I did it a lot after that. From then on I was about the horniest little shit there ever was. I'm surprised that I waited until I was fifteen to really do it. I'd been giving blow jobs for three years by then.After Billy and I broke up there was Chuck Simmons. I went with him for a whole year. When he started acting possessive I dropped him. I didn't go steady with anybody then until after I graduated. I got laid a whole lot, though.After high. The second the door slammed shut she bit the corner of her mouth and turned her head, to where a phone sat on a table next to the arm of the sofa. Almost of its own accord a beautiful, perfectly manicured hand floated out toward the phone, grasped it, and pulled it to her. She pressed one button, waited for the connection, then heard a male voice on the other end. ‘Hello?’ ‘Chris? It’s Nell.’ She paused expectantly, savoring the tingling deliciousness of it all. A sly half-grin, composed of.