“Did you really let Sam look at your panties?”“Sure did,” Paula nodded, feeling way too satisfied with herself. “But he thinks it’s an acc...dent. All the boys I let look think it’s an accident, except Paul.”“All the boys?” Jenny asked. “How many boys are you showing off to?”Paula blushed a little, but she was smiling. “Almost all of them. It’s so much fun, Jenny! It’s like ... It’s like when you ride your bike down a steep hill and you feel like you’re gonna wipe out any second but you don’t and. We rubbed our hard four-inch-long, nearly identical cocks togetherwhile we kissed passionately. I stepped back until my back was against thewall of the shower. Though we were both wet, the spray of warm water fromthe shower head was no longer hitting either of us. Hopefully, the noise ofthe spray hitting the floor was masking any of the sounds we weremaking. Bob broke apart from me for a moment and picked a bottle of mineraloil off of the tiled shelf in the shower. He squirted it onto my hard. Nothing more.Nothing less. His eyes then went to my face. It was about time as well.He studied my green eyes which were accentuated by my Smokey eye look ofmakeup consisting of purple, grey, silver and black. My lips were thinlycoated with a pinkish-red gloss enhancing their color and giving themshine.I smiled the kind of smile Gina smiles to guys who are checking her out.A friendly warm smile that was unlike other girl who would say somethingbitchie. Walking out of the elevator when I was side. ‘Guess you’re busy,’ he said. There was a slight pang of guilt in my gut that I wanted to smoother with a pillow. What is this? Did I just feel bad about blowing Jeff off? I shrugged and pretended that it was a normal thing to have guys calling me left and right, telling me out on dates, telling me to wear my hair down. ‘We could do something before seven,’ I suggested. The only thought bubbles over my head involved scratching this itch I had on my upper back where the curls of my hair hit..