" I said, "What? How many times?" He said "Twelve." I was heartbroken. He'd been with twelve other girls before me."Veronica waited three months befor... doing it again."I was in the school talent show. I've always danced. I started taking dancing lessons when I was seven. It was the time of hot pants, and I was running around in a pair. I thought I was hot stuff. This guy came up to me, a nice looking guy, and he tried to put the make on me. I couldn't be bothered. I was snippy, very short with. She reappeared in theroom and shut the door, telling me to take my shirt off and put my handsout in-front of me quick, because, she told me, Steve was just leavingthe van and heading towards the jail.I unbuttoned just enough buttons to allow me to pull the shirt off overmy head. BIG mistake that move and Lois was quick to tell me so. "NoSteph. Unbutton the shirt and take it off properly" she admonished me ina tone of exasperation. "You'll loosen your ponytail and smudge yourmake up otherwise". Probably both, I figured, but I thought I'd worn Heather out the night before. After fucking in the bathtub, we'd fucked twice more in her bed, falling asleep with the girl's fat cock still throbbing in my cum-filled butt. I'd have been surprised if Heather wanted to do me again, but she did have some nice big balls too, so maybe..."Well, they do look nice, Heather," Mom was agreeing as I walked into the kitchen half an hour later, only to find Heather showing my mom her tits."All natural too,". Peter: To what do I owe the pleasure? Me: Peter, you know my play, Winners? Peter: Yes. Me: The one that made its debut on the Unity Theatre last September? Peter: Yes. Me: The one I spent months agonising over? Peter: For the third time, yes. Me: Do you have a copy? Peter: Yes, Why? Don’t you? Okay, we have to hold it there a minute while he laughs at his own joke. What can I say? He’s a card. Me: As it happens, no. Peter: No what? So now, unlike my masterful piece of writing – put on stage in.