She reached her other hand down and began rubbing her clit. Kimmy, unfortunately, was among the dateless. I stopped dead in my tracks. “Trust me,” she said, “you wouldn’t know what do with them.” Her breasts were only inches from my face, I swear I could feel heat radiating from them. Unless you’re wearing a flesh-colored leotard I’m pretty sure you’re a good way towards naked,” I said while prodding her towel. Maybe I was the more experienced one between us but she certainly had a way of leaving me at a loss for words. Before I knew what I was doing I had wrapped my lips around her left nipple. “Oh please, you get a hand job and suddenly you’re some smooth operator?” She pulled her towel down so that her breasts popped out again and straddled my lap. “Not getting a date doesn’t mean boys don’t like you.”
“Well what does it mean, then? “Well, we could take pictures…” I said, already bracing for the smack I knew was coming.
