“No way!” I said, “We don’t sleep with kids!”“Who said anything about sleeping, I just want to fuck him.” Gerri quipped.“Gerri!” I o...jected, “Language! Barry is nice, I like him too, but he’s fifteen.”My girlfriend scowled at me, exaggerating her disagreement.I’m never sure how much she’s into the men we share. Like maybe she just reels them in to satisfy my lust. Gerri is always getting us involved with unsuitable men; too old, too rich, too poor, whatever. Guys from out of town.Guys who we. Jenna laid down her towel and stood on it, waiting for instructions. The diver wordlessly moved into a long lunge, and Jenna followed. She was grateful for the dim lights of the sauna, as she was much less self-conscious. Moving into the deep stretch the way he had done, Jenna thought to herself, "I could have done this on my own. Why am I trusting this guy?"Before she even noticed his movement, he was beside her, moving her torso into a deeper stretch and gently guiding her into the right. We were walking into a little ornamental park between two of the dorms. She got to a secluded bench and sat down. I came up and stood in front of her.It was one of those unspeakably beautiful early fall evenings in Michigan. Still warm with a soft breeze wafting the scent of burning leaves. I could hear the katydids and crickets busily chirping in the manicured shrubbery and smell the freshly turned earth beneath it.I looked at her inquiringly. She said, “Sit down, we need to talk.”I looked at. I wiggled in my skirt, my pussy growing wetter and wetter. I wondered what his cock was like. Was it hard and thick like Daddy’s? Would he love to feel my lips wrapped about his dick?I gave him a smile, full of all my innocent and wanton lust. He groaned, hand clenching tight on the counter’s edge. Daddy slapped down a silver dollar coin then swept me past the man into the theater. There was a disreputable lobby. Everything looked worn down, far past its prime. In the thirties, this must have.