She was moaning softly while I was kneading her breasts over and over. She opened her eyes and looked down and saw my now rock-hard cock totally out ...of my boxers. Smiling, she asked if she could touch it. I told her to kneel and stroke it. She did so and slowly took a hold of my cock and stroked it. "Believe it or not, this is the first time I've ever held a man's...uh...thing," she said coyly. "You're shitting me," I said. "No. I've never let anyone touch me this way and I've never touched. Oh, she arrived at Riana's house for the sleepover, alright. But neither girl came quickly. No, they were having a competition, a slow-race to the Big-O contest to see which of them could squeeze the maximum pleasure out of squeezing that maxi-cock toy up their pussies.The object of the game was to delay major orgasm ( minor ones or Cherry O's, as they called them, were permissible.) The winner would be she who took the longest time so as to increase sexual tension and enjoyment and intensity. With all of us in a foul mood, we went on to do three more properties before calling it a day. It was just about six, and Amber and I needed to eat before heading to our classes. Unfortunately, I still wasn’t cleared for hand-to-hand combat because of my concussion—even though I was feeling fine—so I couldn’t spar. I sure wished I could because it would feel great getting some aggression out against a live opponent versus simply doing kata and floor exercises.Trying to forget about the day, I. I know something myself of the pain of rejection, of being judged, ofbeing mocked and scorned. It isn't easy being a girl--or, at least, it'snot as easy as some guys seem to think it is. Being "different" never is.Besides, Beth is worth the wait.************My strategy--being patient and giving Beth the time she needed to developtrust in me--has paid off. Big time!"I'm ready, Gwen," she announced last night, as I was reading BeeboBrinker, a lesbian pulp fiction novel by Ann Bannon. Infamous in.