.. I had a wonderful time!" shouted Ginny as they walked toward the jeep parked by the landing strip. Rick waved good-bye, and headed for the hangar f...r a rest before the long lonely trip back to Whitehorse."Well, what'ya think of our little town?" asked Flo as they drove down the muddy street to the Dennison place on the northern edge of the settlement, past a surprising number of frame houses, some of the newer ones built on short stilts, like terribly fat birds perched in the melting slush. As I wait for the shower to get to perfect temperature, I pour another glass of wine and down it, feeling extremely sorry for myself. I check the water, pour another glass of wine and jump in. The water feels great against my hot skin. As I begin to lather myself, I start to think about Jack. Sliding the soap across my breasts, I think of Jack touching me there. Slowly, I caress myself and close my eyes. I bring my hand lower, gliding down my stomach and then reaching my pussy, picturing Jack’s. I even look closely at your pussy, smell you, but I don't touch you there. (There, you are virginal and pure...) Slowly, patiently, I move you to the position I want you in: On your back, arms raised, legs open, knees up, pillows arranged so your head is thrown back slightly, exposing your neck and thrusting your breasts and hips above the bed. I instruct you to reach down around the outside and pull open your lips, hold yourself open. A perfect slut. And a perfect lover. I do not mount you. No doubt each of the guys were sizing up each other and wondering what might be under each of their shorts.We agreed to leave the pub around a half hour later as the guys had a drink or two under their belts. The last member to join us was Johnny – he was too shy to meet us in the pub so he met us in the street up the road from the pub. Being twenty-five, he was the youngest member of the group, Johnny was very anxious about how the afternoon would go. My apartment was a short five minute.