You know, I think I remember the first time I was turned on. Not the first time I liked a guy or wanted a boy or anything like that.
I remember the first time I got hot and sweaty and the hair stood up on the back of my neck and I felt that “Welcome to Heaven” kind of warmth between my legs. I was cheer-leading and the quarterback came over after scoring a touchdown. He was sweet, coy, and unassuming.
Then he asked me if I wanted to share him with Amber, another cheerleader. I was shocked! I didn’t do it. I was timid. I liked the idea and I twirled my hair and giggled. As I said no I looked at Amber, those hot tits and that tight sweater and thought… yeah… this could be F-U-N…
However, he lacked balls and walked away right when I was J-U-S-T about ready to play.
I don’t want to play anymore. I’m ready now. I don’t need another girl, but that could be fun! I just want to finish that first tease of an orgasm. Can you help me? Are you man enough to take me and finish the job I’ve been trying to finish ever since that day?
Come get me if you can,
Gracie
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