I was really frustrated and decided to cut class and just go home. My classmates sometimes did that and so did I. No one would stop a teenage guy who�...�s walking home with his backpack, our school wasn't very strict. Besides I was nineteen already and could do whatever I wanted. It is 12:40pm and I am walking towards our house with a cheerful smile. My mom would not get mad because she knows if I were to go home I wouldn't go wondering downtown anywhere and that I would head straight home to. During the topic of conversation the thought of flashing my 36Ds or my butt heightened my arousal. When asked if I would flash my crotch? I rushed to say, "Yes." I immediately felt a rush of sexual excitement to hearing myself answer yes to the question. My husband played it off by saying, "That's not a big deal anyway." He went on to say, "Showing your pink lips and hole, now that's fucking flashing." The definition of flashing that my husband envisioned was much more explicit than I was. His wet warm mouth sucked at the sensitive spot behind her ear as he squeezed her in his arms. The large king-sized bed spread out before them in the dark, the only light in the room coming through the ceiling to floor windows covered by the cream muslin mesh curtains from the half moon in the sky. She felt him rub his groin against her as his hands raised up to the wide baggy neckline of her multi coloured striped sweater. ‘Your clothes always drive me crazy, they turn me on. I’ve never met. "And what beautiful big eyes you have, so green and glinty."Again the girl blushed."Don't tell me you're not used to compliments! A beauty like you?"The girl looked down shyly. "I guess I'm just tired from all the driving and jittery from too much coffee. Do you, uh, have a bathroom I could use?" Right back there, honey, just help yourself."A moment later the girl came out of the cubby."Did you have a good pee?" the cashier grinned. "It shore did sound like it." Oh God!" the girl said, blushing.