The head of my cock was coated with the wetness from her pussy, and as her cream had oozed out, I had used my fingers and cock to smear the slippery n...tural lubricant around on her inner thighs and the crack of her ass. I pressed my wet, throbbing cockhead against her tight asshole, and continued to stroke and rub softly against the lips of her pussy and her shaved pubic mound.I did not increase the speed at all, even though I could feel her straining frantically against me. I continued to. She got cold feet and that's why she hadn't spread the word that I was the apple-corer boy. "I could kiss you, Priscilla. Thank you!" It was your idea to make the tape. I could kiss you too. Are you sure you can't come over?"It was tempting but I told her no.Everything changed on Friday morning. During second period one of my former admirers broke the silence when we were the only two students in our English class. "You made the headlines, Kovel," he whispered."He's talking about the bulletin. Might have been my first day in the showers and Billy was strutting about naked like a peacock with his cock out for the entire team to see.One night during my first week on the team, I was the last to leave the locker rooms and I noticed Billy’s red speedo hanging over one of the shower heads. As usual he had taken it off as soon as he could but he had forgotten it. I grabbed it and put it in my swimming bag.Now, as to my sexuality ... I was a virgin when I started college. I considered myself. She lusts. (Fortunately, she gets laid a lot.) We share what we see in the locker rooms. We share our fantasies so we can act them out with each other.So, when we were 15, Moms let us date. In fact, they encouraged us to. They drove us on double dates. They let us invite our dates home to dinner or barbecues or whatever. We had fun and the Moms were patient. We usually found enough privacy for a little necking with our dates. And at night we had each other.When we turned 16, we were eager to.