I can feel my heart pounding and feel the rush of being able to do it. I always love trying to do something new. The other people are watching me also... after Scott told them I was popping my cherry. I'm too focused on getting to the top to really notice that no one else is doing anything but watching me. Once I get to the top, I ring the bell to indicate I've made it. The eruption of cheers startle me into noticing finally. I blush deeply, sticking my tongue out at Scott, who winks at me. It. Who the hell blings an egg timer? I had developed a real eye forfashion, and decoration. I think that was one of my drunken wishes, buta lot of those wishes I made that night were lost in a drunken haze.I couldn't go back to my old job obviously. It turns out if you show upat the police station, and tell them you have amnesia, they can useyour fingerprints, dental records, and all sorts of stuff to figure outyour identity. It turns out some guy named, Mike, had his recordscriss-crossed with. " Fred didn't appreciate being called a white boy."Our buddy Lou died sixth months ago and we were looking for a fifth player. "Stakes ain't too bad. We each put in about fifty dollars and usually play winner take all unless the game runs late. Games are Friday nights, starts about eight."Sounds fun." See ya in six days then. We switch houses usually. This week will be in my basement. New guy buys the beer."********************Fred showed up at Walker's house promptly at eight the following. " Her finger left her sex and suddenly I felt her hand slash across my cheek.It didn't hurt a lot but the shock was tremendous. "Mistress!" "Sorry Mistress." I blurted out quickly. "Sorry Mistress.Please can I lick you? Please? Sorry." "That's better slut. Do it. Now" Her hand in my hair pulled me to her. Oh yes. I kissed those lips. I feltthe flesh of her mound and the slit of her sex. I tasted the juices from myMistress's pussy. I licked and kissed her gently all over, exploring her.