”“Oh. That’s surprising. We figured things had moved along but hadn’t gotten to intercourse. We even figured on about an even chance on oral. ...That’s okay, and we’ll not do anything that puts us in the lead. Would you consider kissing okay?”“Yes, that would be fine, but beware. Lana was his kissing teacher and he’s damned good. She hasn’t taught him everything she knows, yet, but even a minute-long kiss with him gets our engines firing.”“Hmm. That sounds fun. Sandy and I had a talk with Charlie. "Well, whoever it is, I'm not dressed for answering the door. Will you get it?" Sandy had established an intimacy with her cousin that was more like one she might have with a very close brother. She was wearing only a t-shirt and panties. "And if it's anyone other than Charlie, make them go away. I don't want to have to get dressed."The doorbell rang again."Coming," Bob hollered. Then to Sandy he said, "And if it is Charlie, it's okay to let him in with you dressed like this?"Sandy thought. She could feel the approval in his eyes. This was one of his tests, she knew. One that she desperately wanted to pass. Passing the test meant his approval ... he would say Those Words. She wanted - needed to hear that again.She knew it was coming: soon the shiny steel cap of the phallus would nestle against her cervix, and the electric shock would come. She dropped lower ... THERE. An arc of energy tingled from her cervix throughout her sex. The metal tipped nubs extended from their position. Five-four and 110 lbs, with grey-green eyes and softly curled blonde hair, she was a '60s California surfer girl in a Ohio time warp. Her 34B-22-34 body didn't ooze sex, but she had a freshness and spirit that made her seem just a little bit more alive, more present, and which hinted that if you were the lucky one, you were in for a joyful and enthusiastic ride.Her boyfriend Billy could vouch for that. They'd been neighborhood friends since grade school, and grew closer in their teens. Billy.