"Think we should talk about this?" Terry asked. She was talking to Keelin and acting like I wasn't even there."None of your business," Keelin responde... lightly. "But I suppose we will anyway. Not right now though. I'm sore and I need a 'fresher." I'll bet you're sore." Now she was looking at the juncture of our bodies. I didn't think I would ever be able to blush again, but I'm sure I did. "Okay, later." With that she turned around and flounced out the door, leaving it open."Ah, Kee..." More. " But...but..." I said, searching for some elusive words to persuadeBecky that sharing my "prettiness" with the world at this stage wasn'tnecessarily a good idea. However whatever argument I was about to comeup with became lost in the mist of perfume that Becky sprayed on, andaround, me.Becky inhaled deeply and said "I do love it when you smell just likeme."And that was that. Before I knew it the door of the salon was beinglocked behind us and Becky was linking her arm in mine and striding. That brings me to the point that I am a bit more “nerdy” than most young men my age. This makes a relationship complicated and has resulted in all too few sexual encounters. Up to the point of this particular break I had only been with a few females. Backstory My first experience was as freshman in high school. The g**l I was with was compassionate and was what some people may refer to as a whore. She opened my world as I had only ever used my hand for pleasure. I only got a blowjob from. When I did, it was with a less hurried pace than thefeline's.If I'd expected some dank, unfinished mess of a basement, I was mostlydisappointed. There was a bit of a musty smell to the place, but evenfrom up the stairs, I could see that it was very nicely decorated. AsI came down, that only became more apparent. Elegant, finely crafted,wood bookcases lined most of the walls, full of the source of thatmusty smell - a great assortment of tomes. Tome was definitely theright word for them as.