Megan was the one I was most worried about; the one who had tormented me as a kid. She moved her mouth close to my ear "Is this how you fucked mom"? I...nodded my head against her. "Is this how you got her pregnant"? I nodded my head again. "Well it's my turn now".I almost lost it in her then. She wants to fuck me. She wants me to get her pregnant. Maybe it's her turn for a treat. She has been so much nicer than what I expected. Maybe I can do something nice for her. I slowed down the pounding I. All the while, though, I was looking at her-- her fat breasts loose under her Obama T-shirt, a roll sticking out on one side of her hips, her ample butt squishy in her jeans. There was something monstrous about her, large and hairy as she was, something repellent and yet magnetic, the sight of a woman my age so completely devoted to a different way of presenting herself to the world. I tried to imagine letting myself go like that-- no, it was too awful. And yet I couldn't tear away.I took the. She talks to me like I am a little girl getting dressed for thefirst time. Again she was leading me, thrusting femininity upon me.But I listened attentively as she pulled out the piece of cardboard thatyou always get in a pack of tights or stockings, and rolled my first pairof tights up into a ball. She told me to roll them up my legs with mythumb on the inside and to think in terms of how I would roll them up mylegs if I was wearing fingernail extensions because I would be wearingfingernail. There isn't really a Jacob. Well there is, but its more a personaof mine than a real person. Sort of like Eve, I guess, when you thinkabout it." But, doesn't it get hot during the games?" Oh in more ways then one. But guys don't generally like to be beaten bygirls at pickup basketball, and I hated being left out, so..." That's... how it started?" Actually, even then that's not the whole story... look, I can explainat my place. No offence, but your dorm's a bit stuffy-" You mean, go out in.