Jeff was thumbing the steering wheel probably thinking about whether he wanted Arby’s or Hardy’s for lunch. ‘I could make you lunch?’ I sugge...ted this because my brain temporarily left and forgot that I didn’t cook. Jeff’s eyebrows perked up. A home cooked meal is a rare find in college life. I used my oven to store the pots and pans my mom saw fit to purchase me at a garage sale. This isn’t 1954, and the only thing I can cook is a grilled cheese sandwich and tomato soup. Or I could run over. Gina continued to stare at the cock in her dad's hand and instead of leaving stepped toward him. Her dad had never had any thought of the sexuality of his daughter who had blossomed into an attractive girl. Her brown hair flowed smoothly down over her shoulders and in the past year her breasts which had matured early had grown into round orbs in the c cup range. She rode her bike a lot and her long legs had been shaped through the exercise and tanned by the outdoors. She was dressed in a light. It was obviously not easy to contain myself in the small tight Speedo bikini shorts that I had got from the hotel gift shop. I was looking down Roy’s body, his sexy curves, curly blonde hair covering his legs and his rounded cheeks engulfed by the Speedo. Luckily, I had my dark goggles on and even if he tried, he could not tell where was I looking exactly. The small base of his back was smooth, strong, muscular and quite defined, non-hairy. As I said, he was on his belly and his neck was also. She smiled and nodded. Then, out of the blue, she said, "Maybe you don't need it now, but it's better to have it and not need it than the other way around. Someday you'll have sex and, when you do, you may not want to become pregnant."Since then, I have taken the pill each morning. It has been almost a year, and I have never needed the protection the pill was supposed to provide. If it weren't for making my periods regular and light, I would have stopped."I don't know. I don't want to have.