Now my friend Angela wants to invite three guys over too. The idea sounds fun; she even mentions playing truth or dare. I've never had guys over befor...e like this, and I want to see what the fuss is all about. After a long debate with myself, with Angela pressuring me, I figure what sixteen year old girl would say no to this? I let out a sigh, listening to Angela go on and on about how fun it can be. “What does Leah think about this?” I ask, knowing that Angela hasn't even brought this up to. "Tell me," he said, "please."And she did. She told him of her pleasure at his hands, and of her delight at pleasing him; of the thrill of newness, the excitement of different and the unknown. The tingling fear of exploration tempered by trust and love, of the knowledge that he would not hurt her, and that she would never want to hurt him. The words spilled as water from a fountain, pouring in a rush once the gates opened. "But now," she continued, and hesitated, and looked in his eyes, and saw. Closing his eyes, he groaned, savoring the delectable taste of her on his tongue. Suckling her pussy lips into his mouth, circling her hot little sex button with just the pointed tip, fuck, he loved the taste of her. And when he looked up and saw that she’d closed her eyes and her mouth had fallen open, lost in the feel of what he was doing to her, a part of him wanted to turn and leave her like this, so she’d feel the same sense of abandonment he’d felt when she let him know that he didn’t. Put this on.’ The garter belt was white, with lace panels on the sides. I’m always excited when I dress, and even now, scared but expectant, my hands were trembling. She opened another bag and produced a pair of fishnet stockings. Without a word, she handed them to me. I put them on. She looked at them. ‘You’re going to have to shave your legs tomorrow morning. Here, this comes next.’ And she handed me a pair of panties. Shiny white satin, with ruffles around the leg openings. I decided I had.