Did I find Carrie attractive? I scanned her body surreptitiously, trying to figure it out. Her orangeish-red hair was loose, hanging down to about her...shoulders, a kind of unsettling median between short and long. Carrie had broad shoulders and a brawny body, with shapely tits that jutted out of her chest like daggers. Probably not the Playboy centerfold type. But that wasn't the question. Did I really want to have sex with this woman?"Listen," I said. "This is probably a bad idea. If you don't. Especially I remember Marianne. She was a tall, blonde cheerleader with big breasts, round hips, and a well-upholstered behind. (Weight loss and dieting would not become a ruling passion among females for some years yet.) My heartthrob, she was. She made my heart throb, all right. Unfortunately, the reverse seemed not to be the case. She didn't even know who I was and nonchalantly brushed off my feeble efforts to approach her. It was a damn good thing I didn't need to ask her for the the time. "She smiled, "Well I'm glad to hear you say that, perhaps I can trust you then to wipe my bottom clean with your tongue? I'd sure like you to do that and I guess I have just finished here."Then she turned around and shoved her arse into my face to clean her up"Just do as you're told pet!" she commanded. "Turn your Stephanie on withyour tongue, get on!"I had to do this as her slave, so I reached out once again with my tongue to clean her crack from that dirt, which still hung on to her bottom.. I’d been getting regular runs in most of the summer. Except while I was in Kansas with Emily. And while I was at the Ren Faire. But until the middle of June, I was getting regular runs in. That’s only been ... a month ago. Shit! Cross country practice starts in ten days.I reluctantly let go of the booties and pushed myself up in bed. I got a cheek kiss from Beca and Cindy and then they collapsed back on the mattress and cuddled together. I sighed and grabbed my running gear. If we didn’t get.