Would it change anything? Then I looked at Ted, his muscular toned body, his warm, smile. And that cock hanging there. Although I'd been fucked well a...d good today I wasn't quite done yet."OK, thanks. Let's get inside before it pours." Ted smiled and held the door open, giving my ass a light slap as I went by."Ooh", I yelped, "Aren't you the fresh one in here?" I'll show you fresh before you get out of here."I'd just been fucked by two men outside on Ted's deck but somehow being in his house. I catch my breath and stroke the delicate folds, using both hands to part my lips and explore. I catch the warm scent of my own excitement over the top of the fragranced soap. Involved as I am, I don’t hear the knock at the door. Nick has come to find me for dinner – but having caught sight of me working myself towards an orgasm in the shower, he hesitates. Remembering how much fun we had on the sun lounger earlier I smile and reach out to him. He doesn’t hesitate to lose his shorts and steps. It was 1974, a time when males were required to swim nude in schools, YMCAs, even YWCAs, Boys Clubs and just about everywhere else, and it was also a time when more and more women were taking positions in the work force, especially positions of authority.On the first day of the new semester, a brutally cold January day in Illinois, I entered the boys locker room. Last class of the day was PE. Once a week we had swimming, and that first day was the day; fortunately, it was the last period. I. We go out to my bike. I fish out my leather jacket, unzip the vents and give it to her to put on. Some clouds had rolled in and it is cooler than when we’d gone in. Her nipples poke suggestively against the thin material of her top. She is braless and chilled. I rearrange my gear so she can sit on the rear seat. I pull my extra helmet out of my tour pack and hand it and some gloves to her while I put on my leathers, less my vest. She puts them on. I move the bike out of the space and hold it.