"You're more like a girl, like a girl who needs a good fucking."I felt myself swooning in his arms."I need to get you wet now, don't I?"Jim's fingers,...covered with a greasy substance were now probing around my ass. I squirmed to free myself, but he was holding me tight."Hi, Wendy," said Jim, staring into my eyes as he slid his fingers in and out of my bottom. "Want to go out with me?"His mouth clamped against mine as his fingers wiggled against my sphincter, and I felt my cock pulsing lewdly in. So I undress and climb in next to you. You don’t stir… but I do... Just the sight of you, the warmth of you and softness of your skin has gotten to me. The stirring in my cock is making me regret my decision not to wake you up… Because as my fingers gently caress your exposed skin, “up” is exactly what I am becoming. I lean forward and kiss, ever so gently, the nape of your neck. You skin is hot on my lips and my tongue darts out to taste you… I kiss you again, and my tongue moves across. But I haven't got a girlfriend ... I've never had one, actually, until now." Am I your girlfriend, then?" Jacqui asked, puzzled by this new concept."Oh, I hope so," Donald enthused eagerly, "I won't spank you again if you don't want and you can spank me as often as you like."This confused Jacqui; in her mind the spanking was proof that you cared for someone, and it was fun. Why was Donald trying to get out of spanking her if he wanted them to be boyfriend and girlfriend.Temporising, she. We lived in a farming community, so we knew what dicks and sperm were for.Anyway, us guys talked about sex and about who we'd like to have it with, but other than Mandy Johnson and Rick Edger, who decided to go steady and ended up fucking their brains out until she got pregnant and had to start home schooling, none of us ever got to even first base, much less getting our dicks wet.So we dreamed, and talked, and grew up and did all the things that thousands of other k**s our age did.Then, in our.