”“Oh, and like I was a pre-teen slut?”“You know that’s not what I mean...”“Relax.”“What if I do stuff wrong?”“The guy loves you....I’ve been told by wives before me that love and enthusiasm will make up for lack of real skill in early encounters, and that you listen to each other and don’t be afraid to offer guidance, verbal, a little push, nudge, wiggle...”“You did that?”“Oh, yeah...” I closed my eyes, let a memory play for a bit, then “ ... believe me, HE is going to be thinking that same. He seemed to enjoy it." I shrugged and wished that I had kept my shirt on. There was a cool damp breeze that blew across my bed cooling the room and I felt exposed shirtless with her in my bedroom."Why her?" Megan was more than steamed. She was furious. My flip answers did nothing more than infuriate her more."I like her, she has been nothing besides pleasant and charming to me. Why not her?"Sometimes, my obliviousness with women knows no bounds.She just stared at me, the green-eyed monster. "After he closed the door I put on my panties then went to my closet and selected my favorite stone washed denim jean skirt and vest. I like the vest because it shows off my trim waist and flat stomach. The skirt is really nice too because it is so short that when I bend over you can see my firm little ass cheeks. I got dressed then slipped on a pair of dark blue high heel shoes and went downstairs.My brother was waiting for me. His hair was still wet from taking a shower and looked very. She teased them of course, attempting to lure one or all three of them into the barn as her Aunt baked pies inside the kitchen. But although the men may have been tempted by the pig-tailed beauty, they all knew better than to screw the farmer's daughter. For Hunk, Zeke, and Hickory had all known fellas who had made just that mistake, and had all wound up with a bullet in their back. And then one summer afternoon, as Dorothy came bouncing up to the hog pen to deliver three glasses of lemonade to.