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Kelly loses ver virginity.

I was feeling on top of the world ready to take my prize. Kelly had been worth all the effort to get her to the edge.

It started with a bet a simple wager and progressed from there.

Only five weeks earlier I had bet my best friend Brad $250 that I could nail Kelly before he could nail Sheila. The rules of our game were simple. We had a code we needed to keep meaning we couldn t lie about our successes and our failures and we needed to keep each other posted on progress. Rules agreed upon included nothing forceful and the prey had to be fully conscious to win the bet.

We had until Labor Day as of that date no nailing meant a tie. We started in June knowing that ten weeks would be enough to succeed or we would give up if it became hopeless before the end of the summer.

Kelly was different in looks from her long time friend Sheila in that she was a gorgeous blond just eighteen tall and slender with legs you couldn t believe and a shy smile that would kill. The almost nineteen brunette Sheila was of average height with a set of perky knockers to drool about on her hourglass figure. Both girls were dream boats who had kept their virtue for marriage. There wasn t a normal stiff in town that would pass up the chance with these ladies so our bet was a long shot with these two keeping their legs tightly closed.

Finally we agreed it was double dipping if could pop the cherry without protection. The bet was $500 for that victory.

We both clearly understood that we would have to start slowly by double dating. This was the easy as we both had taken the girls out in previous summers numerous times but harmlessly. (more…)

Teen Valery taking bath to wash off her sins

To Those Who Wait

She sat very still in the afternoon room staring out the balcony windows. The green leaves fluttered lazily in the warm wind. Red flowers drooped over the iron railing their petals fluttering down into the street below. She watched raptly she heard the slow sounds drifting upward: cars laughter shouts flits of conversations- spiraling the heels of a woman- clicking softly toward something.

Nothing about the afternoon calmed her. Not the lazy gold sun or the warm air or the familiar smell of 5 o clock espresso shots from the cafГ© below. She sat still and tense tight as harp strings. Waiting.

Cassie s eyes clear green amber were always slightly red slightly bloodshot—as if she d been up too late or reading too long or was somewhere close to tears. The truth was she liked them that way. Sometimes she even rouged the edges in red liner—though she never told anyone. She liked to let people think she was a little more desperate than she really was. She liked to keep her strengths hidden pushed away for some reason—some reason she didn t (more…)