"So are you ready?" Are you?" Watch me!" she said.She didn't have much clothing to shed. Her knit top. Her short skirt. Her high heels. And she was na...ked."Now you," she said.What the hell, I thought. I got myself into this. Might as well go through with it. I stripped."Last one in the ocean is a rotten egg," she said, and she opened the sliding window and dashed out of the room.She was waist deep in the surf, jumping up and down and squealing in excitement when I caught up with her."This is so. The world could have come to a crashing end at that moment, I don’t think I would have noticed. It was not long before I felt another climax building. Michael had begun fucking me harder, his thrusts more deliberate, and deeper. I could feel his body pressing into me, his pubic bone pushing against my clitoris. I wanted so badly for him to ejaculate in me, but I lost all control; my orgasm exploded, making my whole-body quake. I heard low guttural noises coming from somewhere deep inside. People just… kind of didn’t acknowledge my existence. I don’t think I really acknowledged theirs, either. My mind was always occupied with something. I always found myself immersed in one activity or another, quickly dropping it went it got boring, and then picked up another hobby. I guess you could say I had a bit of a s**tter brain. I wasn’t sure why I was wired like that, but I was.I graduated high school without amazing grades, so my option was either go to community college for another few. She slammed the door and locked it behind her. "Sit on that fucking chair!" she said in so quickly I nearly didn't understand her. She didn't need to tell me twice though. I sat at the dressing table spreading my legs wide. She knelt between my thighs, licking my thong, making me moan. Her warm tongue was so close- I really needed to cum, I'd been excited now for more than two hours. Keeping her eyes on mine, she peeled off the material, and reached up to kiss me. She withdrew and began.