Look, you can keep me, I’ll do what you want.No this. Please. Let me out of this. Ha, yea, we can do whatever we want. I grabbed her hair and made...a pony tail with a small part at the back of her head. Joan was red in the face and crying, blubbering. I enjoyed looking at her stupid face.Terry used a scissors and started to cut her hair down to the scalp.What are you doing. What is happening. No. OH NO.The hair fell off in clumps. Terry sprayed her shortly cropped hair with shaving. " She said as she brought her little massage vibrator out from under the covers."I bought it at Spencer Gifts after I started having fantasies about you. I was scared, my one time with a real one, but I'm sure with you will be great." She said as she leaned up and kissed me."No matter what ever happens with us, this will be the weirdest first date story ever told." I said as I laughed and then kissed her deeply. "I've had so many sexy dreams about you." I whispered to her as I turned her off of. Inhale. See the need unfurl inside me, your earthy arousal infecting me to the core. It makes you tingle.I want you flushed. Excited. Primed. Coiled to breaking point. On edge, all through dinner.When we exit, hand-in-hand, the cool night air is a stark reminder of the heat inside us. I notice your nipples firm beneath the bold pattern of the dress. I pay attention to details.The walk is short, just a few blocks past shop fronts, cafés and bars that spill raucous people onto the pavement for. I remembered watching her walk away from the table that night we were in the restaurant together, seeing her cute round butt swaying beneath that clingy little black dress, and the slenderness of her tanned legs beneath those sheer stockings. Jane was four years older than me, and much more worldly-wise than me. She was constantly teaching me new things and introducing me to new and interesting people, but she was never a snob. I hoped she would forgive me for my behaviour and that we could.