Holding his erect penis in my right hand, I spread my labia apart with my left hand’s fingers and let myself down on it. Bob’s eyes stared at me, ...ascinated, all the way. I don’t really like woman on top all that much. In sex, I prefer variations of the missionary position, where I can feel the full contact of my man’s naked body on mine, and can wrap my arms and legs around him, pulling him as close to, and within, me as I want. But looking at Bob’s eyes as he watched my vagina slip over. I now remember that women's underwear tended to be in areas of Bruce'shouse that I guess were not normal, but what did I know or care? Bruceand I were not exactly hunks and even though I played sports, I was notthe popular date for the girls. I was awkward around them anyway. Bysenior year of high school I was known as "safe date." You know, the guywho wouldn't try anything on a date or after a dance. I don't rememberBruce ever being at a dance.Bruce and I both went to college an hour down the. His goo was soon shooting into my mouth. It tasted strange, but I swallowed it as quickly as he gave it to me. I milked his cock, licking off each new dab of his juice. Soon his cock began to go limp, and Ron pulled it out of my hands and lay down. "Damn, you are one sweet cock-sucker!" he whispered in the stillness of the night. "You can suck my dick anytime you want." Anyhow, we did that a lot until Terry came back. Then they did not need a babysitter for a while, and, when they did,. Call it the practical redhead in me, but I saw it, and I wasn't looking that hard.So the first step in this adventure was in getting the sunscreen on. Correction, the first step was in cutting out a boy to do the sunscreen. I'd have to hope for the best, but if they were here, and their parents were swingers, then they had to have some idea of what they were doing. Right?I began looking around for guys who were Rick's age. I figured they'd have come to these parties—and come at them, heh—enough.