.. an experience; something to be remembered and put at the back of her mind somewhere. Sapphism was, after all, only a middle course between masturba...tion and masterbation, or so it seemed to her. Nothing seemed to work completely for her, neither self, boys, or girls. Perhaps the fall, when she would be attending Glenville High, would bring fresher contacts, more mature possibilities... ?But in her classmates at least, she was to be disappointed. Perhaps because she'd attended a nonpublic. Knowing i had to be careful due to having rather rude judgmental neighbors house behind mine. I opened the long d****s just enough to look out and i didn't see anyone about.I watched for a few seconds longer then i saw him.He was trimming back some privacy bushes that separated the back corners of our yards, not wearing a shirt just jeans and his boots.My heart fluttered and my tiny dicklette tingled as i watched him. Seeing him shirtless made me want him more but i needed to get his. I knew these shorts were going to be fun.The only thing they needed was a little opening in the back. In just the right spot, I carefully split the seam in the back and made a little opening. I then hemmed it into a nice little circle. I do not claim to have any sewing skills, but it came out quite professional looking.As you know from my previous story, I have a dildo that straps to the seat of my jeep. I could not wait to go out for a drive while wearing my new little “cum fuck me” shorts. I. . . your . . . " Could she really say that word to Mike? ". . . your cock." She finally said, blushing a dark pink. "You usually fix it where it's pointing straight up." She finished, not meeting his eyes. "You don't miss much do you?" Emma didn't answer. She just gave him a shy smile and blushed some more. Mike smiled back at her. "I guess maybe I'd better." She slid off his lap and watched closely while he changed the position of the long bulge from angling off to one side to pointing.