I can’t quite decide now whether I was searching for someone that could make me feel like I wasn’t some kind of lesbian freak, or if I was trying ...o lose myself. I do know I didn’t take care of myself during that time, I was on the pill and I didn’t get the guy to wear a rubber. I know I risked catching some STDs but I didn’t care, I was sliding into oblivion and I was welcoming it with open arms.I’ll never forget the look of disappointment on my mother’s face when I got home one night, I. I hope you aren’t upset about me agreeing to play with him.”“One game will do it then I’ll put him down for a nap. How long are you staying?”“I didn’t make any plans at all for today except to see you.”“Good! Will you take me to dinner?”“Sure,” I said.Kyle called for Anna and she went to help him finish in the bathroom. They walked out and went into Gina’s room and came out with the Candyland box. We sat on the floor and the three of us played the game. It was, from my perspective, the worst. "God this is nice." She said mainly into my coat."Yeah, how come we never cuddled as friends?" I wondered aloud. It's not like we even hugged much before this."Seriously?" she asked pulling back in and looking at my face."Yeah. This is great. Why didn't we do it before?" Because your girlfriends would've gouged my eyes out." She said, straight-faced."What?!" Maybe a slight exaggeration. But not far off. It was always a delicate dance whenever you got a new girlfriend. I was a threat, so I was. I slipped her shorts off, her sandals dropped at my feet as I picked her up and sat her on the generator, I dropped my jeans, she played with my already hard dick and I layed her back with her legs in the air and began to rub the head of my dick up and down her sopping wet open pussy. I could see her juices on my cock head by the light of the full moon and the neighbors security light. I enjoy sex in places where I may be seen in the act. I was so hard and lubed from her wetness that it didn't.