Her flame coloured hair fell in thick cascades down her shoulders. She was wearing a red dress that was struggling hard to contain her copious curves....And this girl had more curves than Mulholland Drive, in fact she was curvier than the Ohio river, she had more curves than a bowl of spaghetti... You get the picture. Her red stilettos slowly tapped onto my floor as she casually sauntered over to my desk. She sat down in the chair opposite me and crossed her legs. “Please, have a seat,” I said.. I was kind of shy and did not know how to handle myself around girls. I even had trouble talking to them. The only thing I knew about females is what I had viewed on all the porn sites that I watched often.We had never talked much together before. She said, "I see your mother leave every morning to work at the dentist office, My mom told me that she had talked briefly to your mother." My mom never told me what your mother did, Vicky?"Vicky turned to me and said, “She works nights at Cave. She. But to be honest, I do not think I have ever had a bad orgasm.” And all three of us laughed at that.“Linda, now I see exactly what you mean. It is hard to describe with another girl, it is the same and also so very different. You touched me the way no guy does, but also very similar. More like how I do it to myself, and yet also different than that.”Linda kissed her, and softly said “Was it good enough to want to try it again?”Kim nodded. “Oh yes, at least with you two before you go back home.. A few sailboats dotted the sparkling surface, creating a mobile tapestry. French doors opened onto a private deck, for use during warmer weather. Faith circled the room, touching the tasseled pink lampshades, sitting in the overstuffed chairs, and finally lying on the bed, smiling. Turning to Bill, she said, ‘Holder, I want the bunkhouse just like this.’ He shrugged, saying, ‘Okay, Sophia, but you’ll have to sell your summer home on the Riviera to pay for it.’ Sitting up, Faith removed her.