Consequently, blue moons happened more often than she had a date. She didn’t like being a virgin, but there wasn’t much she could do about it shor... of k**napping some guy and ravishing him, so she consoled herself with fingers and vibrators.Coincidentally, she met Gene just after she started to blossom into what she considered a normal girl. They dated off and on during college, lost contact for a while after they graduated, then rediscovered each other shortly after her twenty-seventh. So the usual conversations happened and in between, I used to talk dirty and she used to respond well. So days kept passing and it wasn’t interesting. So she asked me if I was single and I said yes and then I asked her and she told me she was divorced but she didn’t wanna talk about it. So then we got comfortable with each other and we exchanged WhatsApp numbers. So we used to text every day and I used to forward dirty messages to her and she used to laugh it off. So I knew she was interested.. She stiffened as she felt my tip lodge at her opening, but I pressed forward. The elastic opening gave a little, then resisted, and then yielded again to let my knob gradually slip within the slowly expanding muscle. Reaching under her belly I frigged her clit with quick strokes of my fingertips; her body twitched and jerked, and as she pushed back at me my knob slipped past her sphincter, which held the neck of my shaft in a tight elastic grip. I continued to frig her, letting her movements. These used to excite my young mind.Back at the motel I am now fully Vicki, with pouty, hot glossy red lips ( taking another sexy drag on my 120 ), dark rimmed eyes and long, thick black eyelashes, long rhinestone dangling earrings and a matching choker that spells out S L U T , which is what I am. I attach my 2" long red fingernails and take a long drag, watching myself in the mirror, my clitty getting so aroused.As I stand and look in the full mirror I am overwhelmed by the sexy feelings.