Or even glance at the front page. The two-inch high headline said it all:AUTHOR WENDY WILDE MURDERED! Story page 2.And, just in case you've been livin...g in a cave for ten years, a full page photograph below the headline showed Ms. Wilde, or Ms. Deaux-Fontaine, at a nudist camp and as naked as a jaybird. She was sporting a wide shit-eating grin that just screamed out how much she loved being sans clothing under the California sun. There were two other people in the photo, but they had been. I felt myself get even wetter and I moaned louder and ground my hips against him. I was nearing my climax and he knew it. I whined and clawed at his back as I tightened around his cock. Levi pulled out quickly and buried his face between my legs. His mouth latched onto my clit and he began to lick and suck furiously. I let out a loud throaty moan from the pleasure. ‘Aahhh!! LEVI!!’ I screamed his name and tangled my fingers in his short, damp hair while riding out the intense waves of my. Back then, I would have called him my “boyfriend” but looking back, he never took me anywhere, never acknowledged me as his girlfriend and only wanted me when no one else was around (He didn’t like me, he liked blowjobs) He wanted more and I wasn’t quite ready to actually “do the deed” so I thought blowjobs would keep him happy until I was ready.Today, the garage at his house would be called a man-cave but back then it was more of a rec-room.We were on the futon “making out” which consisted of. The final woman I met was by far my favorite. I messaged Lauren and didn’t get a response for two weeks. Her profile said she was eighteen and close to graduating high school. I messaged a lot of eighteen year old’s as a slim hope. I never expected one to chat or meet.After two weeks passed Lauren messaged me. She sounded young, just like an inexperienced girl. She was held back in 8th grade, and was almost nineteen and still in high school. My brain, though, could not get over her being legal.