I pulled her shirt back down, looked her straight in the eye and told her to not tell anyone, pushing as I said it. I used my shirt to wipe her hands...and told her to go home and wash them before anyone could see. She walked away and I put my sticky penis back in my pants. At home I changed shirts and wondered about what had happened.I had never heard the word orgasm but I knew what felt good. At school the next day I told Kim to meet me at the clubhouse and I pushed to make sure she would. Kenny had responded to a lengthy craigslist add that I had put up explaining that I was a CD looking to spend an evening being pampered and made love to. Not super hard fucking, just good sex. I informed him that I was a little on the bigger side but more curvy than anything with a nice round bubble butt. I also made it clear that I was DDF (with exception to weed and some hallucinogens) and wanted somebody who was the same. He replied with his size and stats, told me he was into weed as well. As time went on, my eyelids lazily began to close.'No, keep watching them have sex,' I thought, blinking a few times. 'I'm just getting tired because I just got so pumped up, that I have to crash down a little bit,' I thought, shaking my head.I peeked at the latch. "I just have to get a closer look," I murmured before my left hand nonchalantly went over to it.I flipped it as quietly as I could, but I just kept the door closed for a few more seconds."Yes, yes, yes, baby, get that black nipple, I. Her legs were long and lean and her hair was Summer Blonde number 38. Greg's taste in women wasn't a big surprise. What man wouldn't fall for a gorgeous Barbie doll type?"I haven't been called Becky since first grade. Please call me Becca." I sat back in my chair and continued to study the woman that had captured Greg's attentions. We couldn't be more opposite. Still, I wondered if Greg felt the least bit attracted to a woman like me."Pregnancy agrees with you, Becca. It's true what they say.