When I agreed to join him in his car to smoke some pot, Jay, a senior, surprised me by asking me if I wanted a blow job. I played 'hard to get' and le... him chase me and give me a bag of reefer before I unzipped my pants and pulled out my semi-hard dick. He complemented my hairy package and blew me diligently, but not very effectively and I didn’t blow a load. He offered to pick me up for dinner and we could go back to his frat house and have some beer. I said I didn’t have any money for eating. Dana's Little Doll was written after returning from a club and having nothing to channel my energy into as I came up in waves. So with fishnets wrapped around my thighs and eyeliner stinging my vision I set to writing a piece of fiction (no bigger than I though I might achieve without coming down half way and throwing the idea to the wind). I do not claim either to have never created a piece of similar fiction. Previously though they have never left my imagination for the screen.So with that. While we were walking around she asked me, “Did you blow that k** in the cockpit last night?”“Twice…god did he have a nice big load! I would have taken a few more hours on watch but you broke it up.”“Next time we’ll figure it out before I disturb you like that. Does he want to fuck you?”I told her that it was the next thing on our agenda; all we needed was the right time and place. We were headed for Virgin Gorda [kind of a fitting name for what I had in mind] then a nice slow sail to finish. Her flirting clearly indicating she hoped I would ask her out. Believe me I wanted to and I would have but it just did not seem right to start dating right after what happened between Nena and me. I had to make sure to resolve the issue with my sister. I am not sure we could but at least enough to put it behind us. I was thinking about talking to Nena that day but she beat me to it. "My period started today," she said. She was far to causal in how she said it. I however flipped when I heard.