“You’re not a virgin, are you, Shelly?”
“No,” I said quickly, eyes clamped shut against the pillow. Porn Right now.”
Billy Joe slipped an arm around my waist and walked beside me through
the swifter part of the current. “Please Shelly!”
The dark, brooding forces inside me welled up again and I bent over the
pulsing swollen head of Billy Joe’s cock, closed my eyes and licked my
lips. It struck me then how girls were
made–with a slick warm little pocket in their bodies, a little hole
almost exactly the same size as a male’s erect cock. I slipped my trembling fingers under the
waist of my jeans and searched through my pubic curls to the place
where my slit seeped honey. Frank bought me new gifts almost every weekend and I showed my
appreciation by fixing his breakfast mornings and ironing all his
shirts, I was too stupid to guess that he had something else on his
