This WAS how Tasha was, but I had seen her through what amounted to ‘rose-colored glasses’. That what she was saying surprised me was really shame...on me, because she had always been determined to get what she wanted. All that had changed was discarding the teenage crush or fantasy or whatever. Tasha had become a woman, and I’d missed it. The previous weekend had been her declaration to me, and insofar as she might share it, to the entire universe, that she WAS a woman in every possible way.“Do. If you crossed the line you’d get slapped or a knee to the groin. Only a couple of guys got that treatment. It almost ended up being a kissing booth. The guys would come up, say their stupid line, Kelly would kiss them and they would grab or feel what they wanted, and then it was the next guy’s turn. After fifteen minutes or so Kelly headed for the dance floor to look for Tricia and me.Tricia and I had been on the dancefloor since the contest ended. We were horny as hell and working it out.. There's still plenty of time for us to play." She smiled cheekily. Holy shit, I thought, this woman is incredible. "So, Max?" Cath asked, untying the drawstring on her linen pants and letting them fall, revealing a pair of plain blue underwear, but I wasn't fully concentrating on her undergarments, I was more focused on the fact that she was undressing right before me. "Have you ever performed oral on a woman?" Once or twice," I managed to answer. "A girl I worked with over the summer taught me. A thought that drove me wild, almost to the point of my own orgasm. I could cum from anal penetration, Becky had managed to do it on several occasions, but there was a trick to it. The orgasms were longer, more drawn out, with the cum leaking from my cock in slow continuous stream; rather than the true spurt of ejaculation that men experienced when stimulated more traditionally. I tried to change the angle of my hips slightly, willing Hillary to bring me off. Inexperienced as she was, I didn’t.