Dangerously handsome. Olive skin, brown hair so dark it almost looks black. Light hazel eyes with wild flecks of green and blue. A slightly prominent ...nose, with a tiny hint of a curved bridge. Just enough to add interest to his face and forever excuse him from being accused of being just another perfect face.Perhaps, I should add a preface here to say that in my twenty-six years, never once have I found myself taken aback or even vaguely interested in a man’s looks. Hell, I probably couldn’t. The next day in school, Cathy really tried to fight the problem of her growing sexual frustration. She paid as much attention as she could in the classes, and raised her hand a lot, just to let the teachers know that she was with it.Tonight was going to be a fun night, she thought. Her parents were going to a dinner dance, and Jimmy and Cathy would be alone in the house. They usually made some junk food, or ordered in pizza. Their parents were nuts about balanced meals and the two young people. She told me that he stood next to her as she untied her bikini top and pulled it off.“He saw your tits from the front?” I eagerly asked.“Yes Steve, he was only about two feet from me and facing me.”“Oh, wow.”“I tied the orange bikini top and he pulled his swim trunks down and off. He was standing in front of me and he was completely naked; his cock was even bigger now,” Christy said, “He picked up the blue trunks as I pulled my bikini bottoms down and off.”“He saw your pussy and hairs?” I. She continued to kiss me while running her fingers through my hair and down my chest and back under my coat.It had been a long time since I had made love to a woman... even longer since I had struggled with a woman’s clothing outside on a blanket, but I still remembered how things were done. And I still couldn’t get a bra undone with one hand. Mary paused as I had to reach around her with both hands to released the clasp.Taking off each other’s clothing was not a mechanical thing. We both.