For like the last week. Faroud and Peter both graduated and they were the only guys I knew I could trust. I could find a girl — hell, Beth was my To... while Peter's gone and Lisa was allowed — but by then I knew I was occasionally gonna want, gonna need, a guy to take me. I had learned — thanks to my cousin, Peter — that in addition to being practically addicted to sex with girls, I got off on guys pretty hard too.Mike was one of those 'guy' guys. One of the ones you wouldn't believe was. Slap after slap landed on her swaying ass causing her to breathe deeply. This was good but I needed to see her bare bottom, to feel her flesh as I spanked her.“Take your pants off you bad girl, I want to spank your bare bottom,” I demanded.She stood up and slowly unbuttoned her pants all the while playing the part of a girl about to be punished. She took an achingly long time to pull them down, wiggling her ass as she did. Underneath she had on thin, flowered cotton panties, again clinging to. The appearance of the e-mail aroused that familiar rush of heat to my cheeks and sudden lush, tropical feeling in my loins; I was looking at least for more clues or interpretable euphemisms on my laptop screen to read and read again as I worked fingers over clitoris and cunt. Do I need to ask you to forgive my frank talk? No, that was our language, as we used to say; that was our principle form of communication. Sex, and its hard, consonantal cries: fuck, suck, cum, cunt, cock, jack, spurt.We. I called him when dinner was ready and he said he wasn't hungry so I ate and then threw the rest of the food in the garbage. He wanted to be that way, fuck him, and I wasn't going to put any leftovers in the fridge so he could come down and heat them up in the microwave later. The asshole could just go hungry.Next morning I stayed in bed until John had left the house. I got up and made coffee and then I called Jim and let him know that Annie had talked me into taking the date and then I called.