• Lunch With Kinky Office Guy

    Another day, another dollar, as the saying goes, but like most people, Reanne dreaded the boring routine that work brings. The same job, the same questions, the same answers, dull, dull, dull.

    The only thing that brightens the day is the hour she gets for lunch. Her special time to get away from things, but today is different. There is a certain electricity in the air, something is going to happen, she’s just not sure what.

    On the drive into work, Reanne’s mind wanders off on the possibilities of what today might bring. She knows he will be there and she’s noticed that he’s paying a lot more attention to her lately. Is it the new cut and color? Spending an insane amount of money, she decided that she better like the new look. Maybe it’s the confidence that exudes from her that’s drawn his attention. Either way, she’s certainly liked being noticed.

    The drive is longer than normal; traffic seems to be moving at a snail’s pace. Reanne looks at the speedometer, 45mph. It seems more like 15mph. Her thoughts flash a picture of Alex, her fantasy man. Tall, dark salt and pepper hair, goatee, nice ass too, she decides. Reanne has wondered what a night with him would be like – even an afternoon, she thinks and silently giggles. Better keep that thought tucked safe in my head, she thinks to herself.

    Upon arriving at the office, Reanne starts her day with the same routine. Having been there only a few minutes, she is already bored. She looks around to see if he is at his desk, hoping that no one notices as she fidgets at her desk. Cannot have the whole office thinking that there is something going on. Her nipples harden from the chill of the air conditioners, or is it the thought of him kissing her neck.

    Boink!

    Her computer beeps with an incoming email. It’s from Misty, the busybody in the office. She always knows everyone’s business. Reanne opens the email. It’s a luncheon invitation.

    “Hmm, well at least I can get the scoop on everyone if I go with her,” she tells no one in particular.

    She begins to type her acceptance when the computer boinks again with another email. Just about ready to hit the send button in reply to Misty’s email, Reanne notices that electricity again. Something, instinct perhaps, tells her to open the incoming mail.

    It’s not an inter-office email this time, but from a name she’s not familiar with. It reads, Subject- What’s up?

    About to delete it, Reanne notices the sender’s sine.

    Kinkyofficeguy.

    Intrigued, she decides to take the chance of infecting the computer by opening an email from an unknown source.

    “Kinkyofficeguy, hmm?”

    More electricity courses through her body as she opens the email and sees a short note.

    “Please join me for an unforgettable lunch.”

    Her heart quickens. Could this be him?

    The mind is a funny thing. Perhaps as a protection mechanism, a picture of the boss flashes in her head. He’s a really nice man, but nothing to look at. Another thought of him naked, sitting behind his desk, motioning for her to come into his office, telling her to close the door flashes in Reanne’s head.

    “Eewwww”, she hears herself say out loud.

    She hits the send button for Misty’s email.

    “Lunch sounds good. I’ll meet you at your cube at 1130a”.

    She then deletes kinkyofficeguy’s email without a response.

    The morning goes by in it’s usual slowness. The clock says 1115a.

    Boink! Another email.

    Subject-Lunch, sender-Misty.

    What now! Reanne wonders.

    “Sorry, husband just called, can’t make lunch. Maybe tomorrow?” the message reads.

    Reanne replies with her regrets, saying that she hopes everything is ok. She decides to go to the park and fantasize some more. As she gets up to leave, her computer boinks again. Reanne decides to read it after lunch and walks out.

    Not feeling very hungry, she finds a nice spot with just enough shade to keep her from getting too hot while sitting in her car. Her eyes close as she listens to the radio. Her mind wanders.

    Boink! Another message from kinkyofficeguy.

    Subject-office play.

    Why does he keep sending me messages? she asks herself. Almost ready to delete it again, she changes her mind.

    “Lets see what the boss has in mind!” she says aloud.

    Message- Cuffs, blindfolds, leather straps. Sound interesting?

    If it hadn’t been such a pathetic message, she’d laugh out loud and delete the message.

    Boink! Subject-Something’s Rising!

    “This is becoming harassment. I’m going to complain.”

    Reanne having fallen asleep in her car, wakes herself from the disturbing dream. Looking at her watch, she sighs with relief, realizing that it’s only 1201p.

    “Maybe I should go eat something”.

    She starts her car and gets ready to leave the park. Looking into the rearview mirror, she sees Alex sitting in his car reading a paper.

    “Funny that he’d come to the same park.”

    Deciding to turn her engine off, she opens the car door and walks around outside hoping that he’ll notice and wave or something. Peeking over the top of her sun glasses, Reanne looks to see if he’s looking.

    He’s not.

    In an effort to get his attention, she stretches her arms back pushing her breasts out and making a stretching noise.

    He looks in her direction, smiles and waves. He leans over and sarcastically shouts out his window,

    “Hey, can ya keep it down a little? I’m trying to read here,” smiling warmly.

    Reanne notices that his eyes linguered on her breasts a little longer, before taking her in from head to toe. She gives him a wry smile and asks what he’s reading.

    “Nothing much,” is his only reply as he puts his magazine down.

    Reanne walks over to his car, if for no other reason than to get a peek at his choice of reading material, but mostly to look into his dark lustful eyes.

    “So, no lunch plans today?” he asks.

    “I was going to lunch with Misty, but she had to cancel. What about you?”

    “Well, I was hoping to meet someone for lunch, but I was left hanging, so here I am”.

    Reanne’s heart skips a beat. Was HE the one that sent the email?

    “Shit!” she hears herself say.

    “What’s wrong?” he asks,

    “Oh, uh, I just looked at my watch. I’d love to stay, but I gotta get back,” she lies. “I’ll see you back at the office Alex,” she continues.

    Walking back to her car, she curses herself for thinking that the boss was sending the email.

    “What about that day dream I had a moment ago? Cuffs, blindfolds, leather straps?” Reanne says as she climbs into her car.

    Intrigued, Reanne cannot wait to get back to the office and send Alex her own sexy email. She can feel herself become moist at the thought. Racing back to the office in hopes of sending her email before he returns, she thinks of what to write. After a short pause, she decides on what it will be. Arriving back to her desk, she ignores the email that’s waiting for her and begins her own sexy email message.

    “Hmm, lets see,” she says, and then types away with a passion that she didn’t know existed.

    Finished and very satisfied, Reanne hits the send button. Excited, she can hardly wait for his return and reply. Again, her nipples become hard, but this time it’s not from the air conditioning, in fact the office seems rather hot. The heat emanating from her excitement keeps her warm and wet.

    The thought of using the restroom for some personal time goes through her head, but she decides to wait for his reply.

    Boink!

    “Ah, there it is,” she tells herself.

    Not thinking about that fact that he’s not returned from his lunch yet, she opens the message. It says,

    From-kinkyofficeguy.

    Subject-lunch…. The message says,

    “Blindfolds, cuffs, leather straps? My, my, you are a kinky girl. I know just the place. Meet me after work”.
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  • Photoshoot With Loving Wife

    After years of this fantasy gnawing away at me, I finally summed up the courage (after more than a few glasses of wine) to tell my wife of 18 years. I don’t know why I waited so long – she’s the submissive type, and she’ll do literally anything I ever ask in the bedroom.

    Anal, sexy lingerie, photos, whatever. Toys, too. We have a *lot* of toys, ranging from cuffs and paddles to vibrators to dildos – most of the “extra healthy” size. She doesn’t even blink when I bring home a new toy and want to try it. No hesitation – she’ll do anything I ask of her. But this… this took a lot of courage.

    See, I’ve had this fantasy. This sick, sick fantasy. I’ve been overcome by seeing (and photographing) my wife with a huge cock in her mouth. No problem right? well, actually.. there is. See, I’m decidedly average in the Johnson department. I pack a whopping 5.5 inches and average thickness.

    So, I want to see my wife with a big dick in her mouth. I don’t want her to *blow* another man. Just have a guy put it in her mouth, get a few photos, and move on. Done and done.

    But I’m also a jealous man. I don’t let other men near my wife. She’s beautiful – a tiny, sexy woman. Her short blond hair frames her angelic face, and her bright blue eyes are hypnotizing. She’s all of 4 foot 9 and about 95 pounds. Her breasts – tiny, as you might guess. If she wore a bra, she would be an A cup. Her nipples are tiny, but very dark brown, so they contrast beautifully with her creamy white skin. Her waist is impossibly small, and she does have an adorable little rear. She’s absolutely tiny and beautiful. We have three lovely children together, but you would never know by *looking* at her body.

    I’m very protective of her, and the thought of another man so much as touching her makes me see red. That’s why this is so hard for me to come to terms with.

    But finally I got drunk, got her drunk, and sat her down to spill my guts. I couldn’t look her in the eye as I was speaking. When I finally did look up, her pale white skin was beet red and her eyes wide. I shut up and waited for her to speak.

    “You want another man to put his dick in my mouth?”

    Shame. “Yes.”

    “Are you sure you want me to do this?”

    “More than anything” I said. “It would turn me on so much.”

    “And you’ll still love me after?” She asks, hesitating.

    “Even more than I already do.”

    “Okay.”

    I was so relieved that I made love to her right there on the couch, and came too quickly in that lovely, familiar pussy of hers.

    After our session, we started talking about how to do it. The photographs were no problem – we take a ton of sexy photos, both together and solo. No, the tricky part was the star of this shoot.

    “We should get someone we don’t know” I say, not wanting awkward encounters.

    “I like that idea, but how do we know if a guy has, you know, a big one?” she counters. “I cant just go up to random strangers and ask to see their dicks.”

    The woman raises a good point. I stay silent as I think.

    “Well, I do know one guy with a really big one.”

    I about choked as I said angrily “How exactly would you know a guy with a big one??”
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  • My Wife Gets a Little Slutty

    My wife Helena was going to her company Christmas party which I unfortunately was not able to attend. I had to go to a friend’s to help him install his Christmas lights on his house so his old lady would stop bitching at him. I told my wife that I would pick her up at the party around two in the morning so she could have a safe ride home.

    An old friend of mine who worked for the same company as she did said he would stop and pick her up for me. I was surprised to see to see the expression on his face when he saw my wife come out in her short skirt and tight silk blouse. She put on weight in all the right places a few years ago after having our daughter so she looked wonderful with her thirty four c breasts and her nice round ass in that skirt. So I nervously joked with my buddy John that he better keep the men away for me which he promised to do.

    I left the house to help my other friend put his lights up and finished around ten o clock so I decided that if I run home grab a quick shower and change I could be with my wife around eleven. As I figured I got their around eleven and thought it would be a great surprise for her to have arrive a few hours early. I looked around the crowded bar and restaurant area to find my wife sitting at the bar with John doing shot for shot with him. She was definitely getting loaded as she does not drink heavy except for a couple nights a year.

    I was going to walk over to them when I saw John take his hand and slide it up her leg up to the hem of her short skirt. She did not remove his hand from her leg for alcohol makes her very hornier than hell. Something inside me wanted to stop this from continuing but I stood where they could not see me and continued to watch. She got off the bar stool and went to the bathroom which was at the end of a dark hallway. She entered the bathroom and when she came out John was waiting outside of it for her.
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  • Head Cheerleaders Virgin Ass

    The year was 1994. I was 18 years old and about to graduate high school. The prom was only a week away and I did not have a date. I was an average looking guy. I was 5’10, 190 lbs, short dark hair, and dark eyes with a decent build. I guess my best quality was tucked away in my pants. My dick was nearly ten inches long and very thick. Having had a girlfriend in private school for three years, whom I had just broken up with, word had not really spread throughout school about my goods.

    Through out my senior year I was in love with the Jeanine. She was the captain of the cheerleaders, the Student Government President and had been elected homecoming queen easily back in the fall. However, she had been dating this guy named Dan and I figured since they had been together for two years, they were never breaking up.

    Much to my surprise the week of the prom, Jeanine & Dan broke up and Jeanine was now dateless to the prom. I seized my opportunity and asked her to go. Since we were friends and she knew, I too was coming out of a relationship, she figured we would have fun.

    The night of the dance, Jeanine looked gorgeous. Decked out in a black strapless dress, that ended two inches above the knee, her 34 C tits were well accented and of course her blonde hair and blue eyes started giving me dirty thoughts as soon as she opened her front door. To make matters worse, Jeanine was wearing this sexy red lipstick and all I could think about was what it would be like to have her luscious lips wrapped around my dick.

    I got a limo for Jeanine and me since she did not want to go with her friends because Dan would be there with his date. I took her to dinner and then off we went to the prom. In the limo we shared a bottle of wine and we were both feeling very good as we entered the prom. I was loving life considering I had the hottest girl in school on my arm.

    Jeanine was also a member of the school dance team so needless to say she was a fun date. It was during the song Rump Shaker by Wrecks N Effects that I knew our night might get interesting. Freak dancing was huge at the time and during this song I was behind Jeanine who of course at the start of the song was grinding her ass on my cock. I could not stand it and got full erect almost immediately. Jeanine reached one hand behind my neck and pulled me in and whispered into my ear, “Easy tiger.” As that song ended a slow dance came on and of course Dan came over and asked if he could cut in. Jeanine said no, and of course Dan made a scene. I suggested he go back to his date but instead he pushed me. So I clenched my fist and clocked him in the nose. Jeanine smiled and thanked me, a few others patted me on the back, but the principal suggest I leave.
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  • Strip Twister

    Dave and I were good friends in Virginia and we used to hang around all the time together. I moved down to Florida and married Judy. Several years later Dave moved to Florida and we had him stay with us until his place was ready. One evening we were watching a game show and they mentioned the game Twister. I mentioned to Dave that we still had our game in the closet from years ago. We decided to play the game. The three of us took turns spinning and played several games while we did some pretty heavy drinking. I’m not sure who mentioned it but we decided to play strip twister. Judy and Dave were playing and I was spinning. We decided that every time that a certain color came up an article of clothing had to be removed while the feet remained on the colors. Hands could be removed.

    It wasn’t long before both were totally naked on the floor. I was really getting turned on watching their bodies wrapped around each other. I could tell that Dave was enjoying it also. Judy made one move that caused her to reach under his legs and her shoulder was pressed against his erection. She commented how hard he was and that was all it took. He started to cum all over her arm. She jumped up knocking them both over into a pile on the floor. The both started laughing about it as she wiped her arm on his belly and said “YUK”. He apologized and said being so close to her naked body he couldn’t help it. We sat around and drank a little bit more; nobody bothered to dress then we headed for bed. Judy and I had fantastic sex and we talked about how she felt being naked with David. She said that it really turned her on. I said that she should have done something about it and she said that she was afraid that I would have gotten angry. I told her that I would have enjoyed watching them and that if the chance came up to jump at it. We made love again and fantasized about her and David while we did.
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  • Brides Night

    Rebecca admired herself in the mirror. In a week she would become Mrs. Richard Peña in the wedding she had always dreamed of, but for now she could have a sneak preview of herself as a vision in white.

    The dress was perfect. The patterned lace clung to her upper body and enveloped her arms, leaving her shoulders bare to the touch. The layers of material covering her legs made her laugh, but rustled pleasingly as she practiced walking down the aisle. And when she put on the tiara, she did indeed feel like a princess.

    “No fucking way!” screamed Jenny as she stormed into the room.

    Rebecca giggled at her maid of honor. “What’s the problem?”

    Jenny slapped at her bridesmaid dress. “This is a nightmare! No fucking way am I going to wear this!”

    By now Sara and Beth wandered in, matching Jenny’s outfit but not as angry – just resigned.

    “Honestly, Jenny,” chimed in Sara. “This shade of blue could be making a comeback…”

    “Bullshit!” she growled back. “This color was buried with lots of other toxic waste and laws were specifically passed against it.”

    Beth pointed to the bunched-up material near her shoulder. “The flower-thing may have been going too far.”

    Rebecca rolled her eyes. “Geeze, guys! It’s only for a day. Besides, everyone’s going to be looking at me, anyway!” she winked.

    Jenny crossed her arms. “That’s it. We’re going on strike. We’re not being shown the proper respect with these dresses.”

    Rebecca gasped. “Hey!”

    “No. You brought this on yourself,” Jenny insisted. “I knew that bridesmaid gowns where supposed to be ugly, but you crossed the line, Becky.”

    Rebecca narrowed her eyes. “You know, you can be replaced.” She turned to Sara. “You’re my new maid of honor, Lefty!”

    Sara smiled broadly and clapped her hands for joy. Beth gave her a congratulatory hug and kiss on the cheek.

    Jenny caved.

    “O.K.,” grumbled the original maid of honor. “I won’t strike. But you’ve got a lot of making up to do for this.”

    Rebecca hugged her friend. “I’d kiss your feet if it would make you feel better.”

    Jenny smiled slyly and nudged Rebecca to the floor. “Actually Becky, it would.”
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  • Slut Wife Lori

    I met Lori in college. We met through a mutual friend and we hit it off right away. We both loved to fuck and we couldn’t get enough of each other. We married after a couple years and continued to have great sex.Knowing how Lori loved to fuck, I figured she had a lot of guys before me. She is good looking and loves to flirt. I would ask Lori about her previous guys during sex and she told me about some wild times she had. She said a friend told her once that she would never be married because she can not be satisfied by just one guy. The stories made me very hot and I told her how I would love to watch her sometime with another guy. She seemed turned on by the idea so I pushed her to tell me what guys turned her on. She finally told me that she is very turned on by bikers and my buddy Chuck made her wet.

    One night when I knew we would be alone for the night, I called Chuck and invited him over for dinner. I told him that Lori liked bikes and that maybe he could give her a ride after dinner since I do not own a motorcycle. He gladly accepted and I went to tell Lori. I was worried that Lori would be nervous and back out, but she seemed very excited when I told her. She made a nice dinner before Chuck got here and then ran in to change when she heard his bike pull up.

    I invited Chuck in and got us a couple beers. I was shocked when Lori came out in a little black skirt and a low cut top. Chuck liked her also as he got up and hugged her. She sat on the couch between us and I was getting very excited. Lori told me to get her a drink and I could hear her flirting and laughing with him as I moved slowly to get her drink.We ate dinner and had a couple more drinks. After dinner Lori said “Come with me Chuck,he can clean the kitchen”. I watched them walk in the living room as I started to wash the dishes. I could hear them laughing and I peeked in and saw them on the couch, sitting pretty close. Her feet were up on th coffee table and I got a peek off her sexy green thong.
    As i am cleaning the kitchen, Lori pokes her head in and says “Chuck wants to take me for a ride on his motorcycle, I am going to change”. I saw Chuck walk down past the bedroom to the bathroom. Lori told me later that she let Chuck get a “peek” of her thong, by “forgetting” to close the door and waiting to pull up her pants until she heard him come out of the bathroom. Lori came out in a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt because it was cool out that evening.

    I was very excited and did not know what to say. Lori came in the kitchen and kissed me on the cheek and said she wouldn’t be to long. I said ok and then watched at the window as she mounted the bike and put her arms around Chuck. They rode off and I could see her getting closer after they strarted. I finished the kitchen and popped in a porno. I figured she would be hot to fuck when they got back and i hoped to watch her fuck my buddy. I waited a couple hours and was not sure what to think. Where did they go? A long ride or?
    The phone rang about 3 hours after they had left, it was Lori. She told me she was at Chuck’s and that the headlight on the bike went out so they had to go to his place because it was closer.She told me to come over ther and pick her up. She ran out to the car as I pulled up, got in and said “Lets go, I have a new story to tell you when we get home”. Now i was very excited.She said his headlight went out and they were close to his house so they went there. (I later found out that she was rubbing his cock on the ride so he took her to his place)As I drove, she told me he was showing her his other motorcycles in the garage when she told him how I liked hearing stories about her fooling around. Chuck said “well let’s give him a good story then”. My cock grew as I hurried home. Lori said “Does it excite you that I just had sex with your buddy?
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  • Neighbor Teen

    David was a twenty-seven year old postal worker who lived in a quiet suburb. Across from him lived a widow named Jill and her nineteen year old daughter. The daughter was a tall skinny girl with pale skin and freckles on her cheeks. She liked to wear halter tops and short skirts which showed off her round bottom.

    One Friday as David was coming home from work, he looked up from his newspaper and noticed that Jill’s daughter was sitting cross-legged across the way from him. She had on a yellow halter top with pink roses and a green, pleated skirt.

    David pretended to be looking at his newspaper, but instead gazed intently at her long legs, shiny with glimmers of perspiration. Although she was thin, the girl had strong legs from all the walking she did weekends, as a waitress at a steakhouse. David’s hands began to feel wet and clammy. The sight of this nubile teen aroused feelings of lust. He thought about rubbing his hand up and down her tight, muscular calves. She was looking out the window watching the route the bus was taking and twisting her brown hair with her finger.

    David felt jittery as he expected the young female to notice at any moment that he was staring at her. As the bus stopped at a red light, the cute teenager leaned over to scratch her knee uncrossing her legs. Her brown hair fell forward, covering her face. Forgetting to cross her legs, she leaned back and her skirt hiked up half an inch. From his vantage, David could see a strip of white cotton between her legs, covering her pussy. David saw the way the thin material was slightly raised by the outer edge of her young vaginal lips.

    David waited for her to cross her legs again, but she kept them open. Seeing this pretty teen’s white panties made his lust grow stronger. David was getting an erection that dug into his thigh and he shifted his rump to make himself more comfortable from the ache of his manhood.
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  • Just Friends

    I looked out of my office window, it was far too nice a day to go to the works canteen, I decided I would go out for lunch instead. I told my colleagues that I had a dental appointment, and would be back for two.

    As I walked out of the office I switched on my mobile and decided to call Judy, I had known Judy for about seven years and although I found her attractive, nothing had ever happened apart from some friendly flirting.

    We were both happily married and our partners knew nothing about out friendship. We did not sneak around behind their backs, but we did not ever bring the friendship up in conversation, I think we both enjoyed the elicit side of our friendship.

    Judy was in, and more importantly her husband was out, I asked her if she would like to go out for a walk, and perhaps stop off at a pub for lunch.

    I’ll be ready in five minutes she laughed.

    I turned down her lane and saw her waiting for me, she was wearing a simple cotton summer dress and a cardigan.

    I drove out into the countryside we decided to drive to a path that would take us to a quaint pub, probably after about a two-mile walk.

    Judy sat down next to me her dress riding up her thigh, her sparkling blue eyes filled with fun she did not pull the hem down.

    Every time I changed gear my hand was tempted to reach over to her knee, but I resisted.
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  • Coed Showers

    “See you tomorrow morning Nicki,” Leah yelled as she headed to the shower after her early morning run. “This has to be the only part of dorm living that I can’t stand,” she thought, “coed showers. You know it’s bad when you have to get up at 5 o’clock in the morning to actually get a shower to yourself. I wouldn’t mind sharing that much, if it was girls I’d be sharing with. There’s just something wrong about showering with a guy.” When Leah reached the showers, she realized that she had forgotten to stop back to her room and get her shower supplies and clean clothes. As she was walking towards her room, she saw Matt, a fellow student heading to the showers.

    “Well,” she thought, “do I skip my shower or do I just give up and share the room with a guy? I guess I’ll just have to share and be friendly.” With that thought, she hurried in to her room.

    “Damn it, where did I put my shampoo Leah asked as she frantically looked around. “There it is. Great, now I have everything. On to the showers.”

    When Leah got back to the showers, she carefully checked around to see if anyone else was in the shower. After she was sure no one was there, she selected a shower, turned on the water, took off her clothes and got in. Once she was used to the water, Leah began her shower routine. She started with her long blond hair, lathering it with foamy suds and then rinsing it clean. Next she worked in the conditioner. Leaving that it, she began to wash her body. Leah squirted a small amount of body wash on to a body puff, worked it into a lather and began to scrub her body.

    While Leah was busy washing herself, Matt had walked in, and noticed she was there. For weeks Matt had noticed Leah, how sexy she looked when she walked, how blue her eyes were, how soft her hair looked, and how nice her tits looked when she wore some of her more revealing tops. In fact, Matt had slowly but surely become infatuated with Leah. He had been hoping for weeks to find her alone and be able to introduce himself but it just hadn’t happened. Now here was his chance, but what could he say to her? Then it dawned on him, he’d peek through the curtain and ask her if he could borrow her shampoo. It was worth a try.

    So Matt got in the shower next to Leah, took off his clothes and got wet. Then her got out, walked over to Leah’s shower, pulled the curtain aside and stuck his head in.

    “Excuse me,” he said, “but I seem to have forgotten my shampoo, could I borrow yours?”

    “Well here’s my chance to be friendly.” thought Leah. “Sure you can, just a second, let me get it for you.” she said. “Wow he’s really hot, maybe this coed thing isn’t so bad after all. I should see if he interested in me. This might actually be pretty fun after all.” Leah thought. Then she turned to Matt and said,
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