Whenever I am out with my friends I am the one who the girls never look at. I have a good personality and I am always smiling, but he opposite sex is... just not attracted to me. I have friends that are girls, but no girl friends. Anyway you can imagine how much I masturbate? A lot!!So my story starts one Saturday about two weeks after I got my license and my Dad felt comfortable enough for me to drive by myself. I got up early and washed my car. It is a 1981 Cutlass Supreme. I love that. "No trouble at all," Gwen said meekly, looking down at her small, petite feet."Come in, come in," Sybil said. She took her by the arm and led her into the spacious, sunken living room."Did you bring a bag?" Yes, it's... in the car," Gwen said, shifting her feet and offering her felicitous smile to Sybil."Didn't want to carry it in, thought the neighbors might raise their eyebrows," Sybil joked, gently poking Gwen in the ribs."I guess so," Gwen said, blushing and pulling at her fingers."We'll. Finally bending to biology rather than decorum, or even common sense, she made up her mind. She took another sip of beer before placing the can back in the cooler, and asked, “You ever fuck in a canoe?”She could see his teeth flash white in the moonlight as he answered, “Nope, but I’ll bet you ten bucks I can make it work.”“You’re on! But if you dump us into the lake, your life is over, pal!”As if on cue, they both pulled their Chief Joseph T-shirts over their heads. The canoe rocked sharply. No matter what you did I’ve always stopped you. Do you really want me to fuck you? Is that what your dreams consist of, I asked her through her mind. I knew the answer. Because I’ve always woke up to her dreams in the morning. Of course I do, her hands traveled up under my shirt and her teeth lightly nipped my shoulder and I shivered. She was brushing her hands over my stomach and up higher taking my shirt with it; you want it to don’t you. You’ve always wanted it. And yet, you didn’t say.