But there was nothing sexual about it. I realized the ache I'd felt about wanting to touch and kiss Rhonda was just a normal response of a boy with a ...irl. When she sat in front of me in the saddle on Gypsy when we went riding that morning, I got hard. But it wasn't because she was my girlfriend or because I loved her. I know she felt it, but it didn't bother her either. I was her friend.How could I love Rhonda and be so head-over-heels in love with Joanne and still get a hard-on every time I. “Hey, Jen,” I say. “This is Sam, and Sam, this is Jenny.”“It’s nice to meet you, Jenny,” he says politely.Jenny is happy to see me with someone, so she cooks dinner with me, and we invite Sam in. I take the time to catch her up on how we met, giving her all the details, except for the more juicy ones I’ll give her later. Jen leaves us after dinner, so I finally take Sam on tour in my room. Until now, we’ve made our videos at his place, and now that Jenny knows him, he’ll be able to come. I looked at the clock. It was just past 7.30; we’d fucked twice in less than an hour. I heard Barb come out of the bathroom and go to the bedroom. 10 minutes passed then she returned, this time wearing a red silk camisole and French knickers ensemble, with red suspender belt and stockings. “I thought red was appropriate given what a slut I’ve just been”“Now that is sexy. Come and have a sit and some wine”.We sat and chatted, then she noticed a picture of me and Jen on the sideboard “Tell me. True for me and my mother, and true for Claire and me. Or, should I say, probably true. She was still too young at the time to tell for sure. Same brown hair, narrow face, unblemished skin, and light blue eyes that seemed to infest my side of the family tree. The only difference between me and her was how we treated our hair. I’ve never dyed it, and I kept it in a short bob, but she’s been highlighting and dying it for years, leaving it completely uncut since her High School graduation.