If I was younger and hadn't met your dad, I'd be smitten."The girl blushed. "Oh my god, Caroline. I didn't know you felt that way!" "I don't mean anyt...ing weird by it. It's just true. Any boy would be lucky to be with you." Well," the girl began slowly. "What if I didn't want to be with a boy?"Caroline looked surprised and delighted. "Oh my gosh, you like older men?" More like...women..." With this, the girl leaned in closer to Caroline. My fingers were dancing inside my panties already. I. I just happened to mention I also wanted something for ‘pleasure.’ One of the ladies looked at you and smiled. She simply said ‘aren’t you a lucky man.’ I was already aroused at the idea of finally showing you what my figure looked like in the proper undergarments. They refilled our champagne and showed us the fitting room. Unlike some cheap mall store it was like the size of my bedroom and it had a couch. Unlike a victoria’s secret I could try on the panties. Just like a swimsuit there. Whenever their schoolmate touch would light a fire in me, I was quickly rebuffed. After all, we were just friends and nothing more. In the aftermath, they'd flaunt their more-than-friends affection with another right in front of me. You were there to relieve my need and bring peace back to my inflamed nether regions.That geometry class where I was the only guy in a room full of cruel teenage girls was the coup de grace. In a class of thirty, twenty were in the pom-pom squad, and eight were. "Me?" Mario said with feigned innocence. "Me? Why, you laid there and fucked off a hundred and sixty-pound Dane with a pecker like a shetland pony... and ya squeezed it so tight he hung up on ya, and old piss pants squirted in his hand just lookin' at you... and you got the guts to say I've done enough to you! Huh! If ya think I did it, you must have been enjoying it even more than I thought you were." Carolyn looked at the small man with disgust, then felt the warm rise of blood to her face..