"I thought" said Valerie "that maybe we could just stay in tonight." Um, that sounds ok." Mark said, glancing at me."All three of us." Valerie said, n...dding.Wordlessly, we made our way to Valerie's room. I found myself lying on the bed with Mark and Val while they kissed. Then Mark kissed me. It felt weird, knowing that Valerie was watching."I want to see you naked" Valerie breathed. Mark stripped, and Val and I admired his tight, slender body. His dick was still soft. I think he was unsure. With a smile on his face, Brandon drifted off to sleep. (In his dreams, Brandon lay alongside her, her warm skin soft against his manly body. He extended a strong arm protectively around her. Tomorrow they would head out into the world to adventure together, but for now they would sleep peacefully after their torrid love-making.) The next day was a Friday, and time passed slower than ever at school, the minutes seemed to stretch into hours, the hours felt like days. Brandon felt like he might. Veronica laughed. "You do prefer the ones with more curves, don't you? But how could you possibly know Ashley Richardson? Her career peaked a while ago. Before you were interested in girls." Her career might not have been at its peak, but the 1993 Swimsuit Issue was plenty of exposure for me. She should've been in the Dream Team issue too, in my humble opinion, but I guess my taste isn't mainstream enough. I'm glad she came back for this year's issue, though. Too bad it'll probably be the last. “Sorry, I didn’t hear you?” she said, firmly. “I didn’t say anything.” “Oh, you’re suppose to say ‘yes, mistress’, you understand?“ She snapped shut the handcuffs, and with that I was firmly attached to the bench, wearing a Speedo black one piece swimsuit. “Yes mistress.” I can see where this was going now. She walked around in front of me. She took her hand and undid the towel, letting it drop to the floor. Her breasts were perfect, firmly protruding, her nipples erect. She was wearing my.