I grew up a tomboy and played sports with my brothers and their friends.There were no special allowances made for me being a girl.This meant there was...a lot of contact, touching and grabbing going on.I came of age being use to being touched by guys. Most times incidentally during the game and a few times not so innocently, but my brothers put a quick stop to it if they thought it was intentional and not just in the course of play.Fast forward a few years and there’s the guy (from the first. Itwas bizarre brushing his teeth with long nails, more accustomed to hismessy bedhead and then sat on the bowl doing his business."Pick up the pace," Vanessa yelled through the door as he flushed andopened the door. "You're not the only girl that uses this bathroom now,you know."He wanted to slug her, but knew better of it as he walked right by herback into his room and immediately noticed a series of items laid out onhis bed."Quick change of the panties and we'll do the rest," said Tara,. This threw me for a moment and I withdrew to lube my dick head with some spit. By the time my hand reached my dick with lubrication, hers did as well – she was contributing lubrication to ease the penetration!I was much more careful now, and penetrated slowly, giving her pussy time to adjust and to start lubricating. She looked at me with a strange expression, it looked as if she was thanking me. Anyway, I had my boner in a tight warm spot, which was lubricating by the stroke, and I had to. When my phone rang, she said, “Now we have each other’s numbers. Please call me and let’s stay in touch,” she said and returned to her flat.Bemused, I returned to mine with the vision of that sexy woman filling my mind.The following day my phone rang. It was Angela. “Hi, Tony, I’m horny. Want to watch a show?’“Angela, I’d love to watch you put on a show.”I glanced out the window and Angela had moved her bed, so it was now at the window of her bedroom. She came into view naked as the day she was.