How about if we get in bed together and pretend?" Sure," he said, with a touch of enthusiasm.So without further ado, we climbed into my bunk (Chip usu...lly slept on the top one, and me on the bottom), and pulled up the sheet to cover us.Unsure where to begin, we decided to start by just putting our arms around each other and hugging. This felt pretty comfortable, and we stayed that way for a little while. Our dicks were touching, and while neither of us minded, we agreed that it would feel more. And it is a story of hope. This story will polarise opinion, and for that I make no apology. There will be those who will read this, and say that I have thought this through, and researched it fully, before formulating my arguments. Then there will be those who will read a small part of it and label it as a work of a blasphemer. If this is the case, then I wear the blasphemer tag with pride. To these people I will ask, ‘What are you afraid of?’ I paraphrase Paul in his letter to the Romans. “No. I don’t need him in me. I have to tell him.”She looked to her wrist. There was no watch. She had no mirror to look in. “I do though. I need him, I want him so badly,” she thought.Michelle grabbed the seat of the swing and pushed off it, hanging from it, high above the ground. “Mickey. I need you!” she argued with herself. She let go and floated down.When she landed on the grass, knowing she was dreaming, she searched for him. He was nowhere in sight. “Mikey!” she called out to. And she didn't have any panties on. Stephanie's head began to spin as her eyes continued to stare between Kelly's legs. The sun's rays illuminated the normally dark area. She could see under her skirt straight to her pussy. Stephanie was shocked to see she didn't have any pubic hair. She could plainly the puffy bulge of her pussy lips. "Is something wrong?" Kelly asked when she saw Stephanie staring. Her facial expression appeared serious. A hint of a smile curled at corners of her lips."Uh....