“She's researching like, female sexuality and stuff, right?” I nod. For the first time since we met, Melanie seems genuinely interested in me. “...hat's really awesome!” she exclaims. “But... you don't have to like... do anything... embarrassing, do you?” My heart is pounding. “Like what?” I ask. “Like... have an orgasm in front of her?” I shake my head vigorously. Melanie seems skeptical. “Oh, okay,” she says doubtfully. “Because she showed us some videos from some other girls she was working. We did a lot together. We played sportat school. We skateboarded after school. We sometimes skateboardedwhen we should have been at school. And we both loved motor racing.Both of our rooms were plastered with IndyCar posters, as well as F1 andother open wheel racers. We lived for motorsport and dreamed of beinginvolved, somehow.Riley got his chance and took it. After years of both of us writing into join the junior pit crew on several teams, Riley's sister gotselected. She had teased. I realized I didn't have that one person in my life I could always talk to. After a fun lunch time with Dick, I went looking for her. I spotted her at the other end of Main Street; she, it turned out, was looking for me."So many things have happened," she said as we got our bikini bottoms and headed for the beach. "There's this guy named Bill I've met, and a couple older guys I wouldn't mind seeing again, except they're married, and ... and..." There's Dick," I said. "He works here. And an. Sandra was laughing hard now, and so was Leslie. I wasn’t really sure how I felt. I mean, this was something that was between the two of us, right? On the other hand, what guy wouldn’t want his girl to be boasting about his abilities in bed? It’s a hell of a lot better than the other way around, right? I couldn’t have put the phone down if I wanted to. Grateful for the mute button, my own breathing had become considerably deeper and aroused. My cock was rock hard and straining against my jeans..