“Could we fuck?” he asked sheepishly. She shrugged her shoulders as she walked past him. Water was splashing out of the shower since she hadn’t
closed the curtain. Still dripping wet from the shower, and feeling
especially moist now between her legs, she gently
gripped his member. On Saturday morning Tina Carlson was busy doing her
regular aerobics in front of the television. She was proud of weighing
only ninety-one pounds, and freaked out if she gained
even one. “Wanna touch ’em?” she invited, referring to her
breasts. “Wanna start?” she asked, shrugging like it made
no difference to her when in fact all she wanted was
to go further. Just one more fuckin’ month until finals, she thought
bitterly. Joey had taken a seat on the toilet and
watched intensely as she undressed. “Thanks, hon!” she
chirped absentmindedly. She shrugged her shoulders as she walked past him. Her
tiny body, though too small and skinny for some, was a
perfect example of teenage sexuality for others.
