hurtful what you said. Why on earth would you ask me if I was a lesbian? Am I like a disappointment in the bedroom?" Her lip quivered.
Reaching over, I picked up her hand that was resting on the table. She looked so vulnerable and sexy, I suddenly forgot what it was that bugged me about her. "No, not at all. You're a screaming little vixen. Sex with you is fantastic."
She broke my clutch and slapped the table. "Then why would you call me a lesbian?" Tears formed in her eyes.
"Holly, I'm really sorry. It's just, before I came over to your house yesterday, Mark came in with a Hustler, you know, the girlie magazine." I dropped my head like a shamed schoolboy. "He showed me this layout with two girls going at it. They were pretty hot pics . I just wondered if you ever did anything with a woman. You know, guy thing." I raised my head and caught her gaze. "I got ca rried away, and I'm sorry."
"Tyler, I might forgive you, but I'm not sure. To answer your question, and just so we're honest with each other, no, I never did anything gay after puberty."
"Oh. Some people just experiment, and I—" Holly's face tightened with anger. "I believe you. It was a stupid thing to say, and I'm sorry. How can I make it up to you?"
"Well, if you're really, super sorry, I might forgive you. This time." She shook her finger at me. "But if you ever… "
I grasped both her hands and nodded. "Yep, I'm really super duper sorry." I thought it best to speak he r lingo to get out of this one.
She smiled, broke out of my grip and rummaged through her purse. She dug out her glasses and rested them on the tip of her nose. "You know you deserve this," she said.
"I know I do, but how about a different game this time?"
She looked at me, leaned in with widened eyes that held an expectant look. "What you got in mind?"
"You remember I said my d ad owned bicycle repair shops?"
She nodded.
I got up from my chair and bounded over to my bunk. I took a big jump and landed on my back on the bed. "It's the bicycle game. It's best if you're naked."
Holly giggled. I watched as she threw her shorts and blouse on the table, followed by her matching white mesh bra and panties. "Here I come, Mr. Schwinn ," she said, wearing nothing but a big smile.
We spent the next four hours making up in my dorm room. If Debbie wasn't such a good friend, I would have thought she was a liar. Holly didn't seem to have a gay bone in her body. She was on fire. I'd have to upset her more often if this was what the make-up sex was like with her.
We laid in the bed exhausted. She kissed me. "I gotta go," she said. She got out of bed and walked toward he r pile of clothes on the table.
I got out of bed followed her. We both stood naked in the middle of the room, kissing. My hands held each side of her head while my tongue searc hed for the back of her throat.
"Thanks for giving me another chance, Holly. Tonight was amazing."
"You were amazing," she said. "Wow, I'm so glad your dad taught you about bikes. That was like the best ride ever." We continued our naked kiss when the door opened.
Chapter 11
"Mark? What are you doing back?"
Mark's bulging eyes stared at my nude girlfriend. He looked Holly up and down like he was on an unguided tour. Holly did nothing to cover herself up, just stood there with her hands on her hips. He had a long look at her immaculately trimmed pubic hair. "Thanks for saving me the trouble of having to undress you with my eyes, Holly."
Holly stared back. "Are you like mentally masturbating in your mind?"
He chuckled. "Where else would I mentally masturbate?"
Since Holly didn't doing anything to protect her modesty, I grabbed the sheet off the bed and wrapped it around her. I grabbed a towel and tied it around my waist. Holly held the sheet over her shoulders briefly then let it drop to the floor. She reached over and slid her white mesh panties off the table and slipped one leg through, then the other. Slowly, she pulled the panties up her thin, brown
Reaching over, I picked up her hand that was resting on the table. She looked so vulnerable and sexy, I suddenly forgot what it was that bugged me about her. "No, not at all. You're a screaming little vixen. Sex with you is fantastic."
She broke my clutch and slapped the table. "Then why would you call me a lesbian?" Tears formed in her eyes.
"Holly, I'm really sorry. It's just, before I came over to your house yesterday, Mark came in with a Hustler, you know, the girlie magazine." I dropped my head like a shamed schoolboy. "He showed me this layout with two girls going at it. They were pretty hot pics . I just wondered if you ever did anything with a woman. You know, guy thing." I raised my head and caught her gaze. "I got ca rried away, and I'm sorry."
"Tyler, I might forgive you, but I'm not sure. To answer your question, and just so we're honest with each other, no, I never did anything gay after puberty."
"Oh. Some people just experiment, and I—" Holly's face tightened with anger. "I believe you. It was a stupid thing to say, and I'm sorry. How can I make it up to you?"
"Well, if you're really, super sorry, I might forgive you. This time." She shook her finger at me. "But if you ever… "
I grasped both her hands and nodded. "Yep, I'm really super duper sorry." I thought it best to speak he r lingo to get out of this one.
She smiled, broke out of my grip and rummaged through her purse. She dug out her glasses and rested them on the tip of her nose. "You know you deserve this," she said.
"I know I do, but how about a different game this time?"
She looked at me, leaned in with widened eyes that held an expectant look. "What you got in mind?"
"You remember I said my d ad owned bicycle repair shops?"
She nodded.
I got up from my chair and bounded over to my bunk. I took a big jump and landed on my back on the bed. "It's the bicycle game. It's best if you're naked."
Holly giggled. I watched as she threw her shorts and blouse on the table, followed by her matching white mesh bra and panties. "Here I come, Mr. Schwinn ," she said, wearing nothing but a big smile.
We spent the next four hours making up in my dorm room. If Debbie wasn't such a good friend, I would have thought she was a liar. Holly didn't seem to have a gay bone in her body. She was on fire. I'd have to upset her more often if this was what the make-up sex was like with her.
We laid in the bed exhausted. She kissed me. "I gotta go," she said. She got out of bed and walked toward he r pile of clothes on the table.
I got out of bed followed her. We both stood naked in the middle of the room, kissing. My hands held each side of her head while my tongue searc hed for the back of her throat.
"Thanks for giving me another chance, Holly. Tonight was amazing."
"You were amazing," she said. "Wow, I'm so glad your dad taught you about bikes. That was like the best ride ever." We continued our naked kiss when the door opened.
Chapter 11
"Mark? What are you doing back?"
Mark's bulging eyes stared at my nude girlfriend. He looked Holly up and down like he was on an unguided tour. Holly did nothing to cover herself up, just stood there with her hands on her hips. He had a long look at her immaculately trimmed pubic hair. "Thanks for saving me the trouble of having to undress you with my eyes, Holly."
Holly stared back. "Are you like mentally masturbating in your mind?"
He chuckled. "Where else would I mentally masturbate?"
Since Holly didn't doing anything to protect her modesty, I grabbed the sheet off the bed and wrapped it around her. I grabbed a towel and tied it around my waist. Holly held the sheet over her shoulders briefly then let it drop to the floor. She reached over and slid her white mesh panties off the table and slipped one leg through, then the other. Slowly, she pulled the panties up her thin, brown
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