God knows I want you in me. It's a step toward normality." She said quietly."From watching porn flicks you realize I'm a lot smaller than them, right?... I asked, trying to make my case."I know those guys are freaks, horsecocks, and if I'm worried about you fitting, well..." Allie, I'll fit. My hand is full of your cream, you're well lubed. But if you aren't sure you want to yet, we'll wait." I sighed."You won't be too disappointed?" No, the alternative is pretty darn tempting, as well." I said. But, Rory, you're my best friend. I don't know how to fit this in. And, I'm afraid." You're afraid?" said Rory incredulously. This was Paris. She was sometimes bitter, often bitchy and generally right about everything in the world. But afraid? "Afraid of what?" I'm afraid that I'm gay," Paris said, so quietly that Rory could barely hear her. The blonde looked at her friend. "Don't you understand? However it started we made love last night. And we're two girls!" Calm down Paris," impulsively. She was beautiful. Cute, not just cute but sensual, a face full ofyouthful energy, blue eyes sparkling even in the subdued light ofwherever we were. Her lips were moving, but I was so distracted by themthat I couldn't make sense of what she was saying.Those lips. So soft. Oh God I wanted to kiss them, wanted so badly forher to kiss me. I felt scattered, I could feel my teeth bite my bottomlip as I gasped in a puff of breath. I trembled and suddenly I was soaware of my skin, prickling in the. ‘It’s going to be raining soon,’ Ernest observed. ‘I’ve got to find some shelter for you.’ ‘Where are we gonna find shelter here?’ Sue gasped. ‘The canoe’s about the only thing I can come up with. Maybe it’ll be good for something.’ Ernest turned the canoe over, to provide some protection from the downpour which seemed imminent. Neither was dressed for rain or cold, wearing only their swim suits and light shirts. ‘It’s starting to rain harder. Quick, get under the canoe,’ Ernest commanded, his.