It was hard for our regular fuck buddy to think of her as a slutty, fuck whore because he was too captivated almost intimidated by her beauty, because... his wife was more of a homely, tomboy type girl. And then I remembered another good buddy of mine saying how lucky I was to be with her and that if he ever had the chance he would pound her sweet pussy like a "jackhammer" and yes his name is Jack!When we arrive at his place his ex-girlfriend who is in the process moving out showed up right. It's hard to believe you have such a stylish femalewardrobe, but the only guy clothes you have are t-shirts, shorts, jeans,and sneakers. It's time to go to the mall for a different kind ofmakeover."Sasha was about to grab a purse, but remembered he wasn't a girl rightnow and picked up his wallet instead. He'd been Sasha the girl for thepast several days without changing back into a guy since he was busystudying and taking midterms. It felt a little strange not to havebreasts and not having. I lit a few of them and watched for a few seconds as the bigger logs started to catch. As I made sure the fire would stay lit, I closed the drapes. Evie was the exhibitionist, not me."Chase, get those clothes off," she snapped and started crawling over towards me.I opened up my shirt slowly as if I couldn't remember how to work the buttons. Evie pulled my shoes off and launched them across the room then started with my socks. Then she unbelted my jeans and pulled them down. My favorite boxers. I had a tight tiny ass that looked good in anything. There wasn't an extra ounce of fat anywhere on me except ... my boobs were almost too big. They rocketed away from my tiny rib cage as if they were trying to escape my body.The jealous girls in my class called me tits on a stick. The boys fought over me. The thing that drove them mad though was the fact that I was a good girl. My parents raised me right. The prettiest girls never have to put out. I was able to keep the boys at arm's length.