Shy Girl Masturbating

Finally we began to talk about the game. Only seven days, but it still seemed like a year. Paul was done and dry, dressing himself in his room when I returned, hair damp and body wrapped in my towel. My lover. Then it occurred to me. We walked slowly to the car, tossed his gear in the trunk, and headed home. “Oh, what?”

“Talked dirty.”

“Huh? I had never felt him that hard. He’s going to kill me. Paul was good at whatever sport he tried but had focussed on baseball and made our school’s A-team at second base. Maybe it was some vestige of parental guilt, or maybe they genuinely wanted to see their son’s performance; it didn’t matter as Paul and I were both happy that they would be there. As good as missionary?”

“Perfect. And he took it. Would that be too much of a problem? Lightening the mood I asked coyly “so…how was my ass? Sensing my real purpose, Paul then joined in with “no,