One weekend, when I was about thirteen, I spent the night with Aunt Joyce and Uncle Greg. Sometime in the middle of the night, I woke up, needing to u...se the bathroom, and went down the hall, which took me by my aunt’s bedroom. As I passed by her door, I heard noises that I had only ever heard in my imagination…a bed creaking and a woman moaning and saying, “Fuck me…fuck me…put your dick inside that wet pussy!” Instantly, my dick was hard, and, instead of going to the bathroom, I rushed back to. My pussy clenched. I could smell a faint scent of spice around him. It was an exciting and manly smell that had my head dizzy.Then his lips were on mine. They were so strong. Natalie picked up her phone, her eyes on us. I wanted to move my mouth. To kiss him back properly, not just keep our lips pressed together. But this wasn’t a real kiss. It was a dare.Nothing wrong with that.Time seemed to go on and on. I whimpered. His mouth felt so warm. His stubble rubbed on my cheeks. This manly caress. Afterwards we got naked and were laying in bed, when Bernie asked if I was serious about Nora?I told her that I really did find her attractive and the part about watching you two make out just popped into my head. She said nothing else about it. A month or so later Bernie suggest going to this town an hour away for this huge flea/farmers market and make a weekend of it. We head out Saturday morning, where she tells me we are meeting a friend at a coffee shop and they are going to the market. Marika was also tall with stunning model looks. She wasn’t as voluptuous as Charmion, her breasts were small and perky and she had an athletic build. Marika changed her hairstyle about every other day. Currently, she was sporting a faux-hawk. Only Marika could make hair like that professional and edgy. ‘Shitty and amazing at the same time,’ Charmion diplomatically said. Her expressive eyes betrayed her to her all knowing friend. ‘Mmhm, aight, whatever you say…Liar. Let me guess, the work was.