Admittedly, it was a little exciting. Without any movement at all from her, you started to feel a phantom hand slide up and down your shaft. But that ...as only the beginning as you stood before her in her quaint forest hut.* * *"You're my toy now," she says to you. "That means I like you. You're fun! But it also means you're playing a little game with me whether you like it or not."She eyes you over. To be honest, your erection came easier than it should have, but now the stroking hand has. The two met on the landing!“Oh fuck, sorry Judy, thought you were still at school,” John stammered. But made no attempt to cover up!Judy stopped dead, mouth hanging open, but her eyes were riveted to Johns slowly hardening cock. Her world seemed to move in slow motion, and moving closer reached out and took his cock in her hand.“Not a problem, not a problem at all.” she purred as she stroked the swaying cock to its full length. Then sinking to her knees took the swollen head into her. Physically we are nearly identical; 5'10", blonde, blue eyes, trim and cute. On her, those stats make her a babe. On me, with my frizzed out hair and glasses, I just look like your typical computer geek nerd.Last week, on a Thursday afternoon, Scott, her boyfriend and the all-district quarterback on the Wildcat football team stopped by after practice, looking for Ryan."Hey little buddy," Scott greeted me at the front door. "Your sister home?" No Scott," I replied, trying to ignore the little. Happy. And very, very lewd. I pulled his head toward mine. As we kissed, he trailed a lovely but firm finger along and up my slit. ‘Fuck,’ I gasped. ‘You want to fuck?’ he said. I nodded, biting my lower lip. ‘Atta girl,’ he said. Oh, happiness. Pulses of happiness. Praise me. Fuck me. Months of resentment and hurt feelings melted away. I tore off my shirt—naked now but glasses and ring. Mike pulled off his shirt. Too slow. I tussled off his jeans and yanked at his underwear. Out popped his.