To the contrary, I was moved to speak to her, to befriend her, to woo her. But then on the weekends, when I saw Annabelle, I was confused. She clearly thought of me as her one and only, and when we were fingering and slobbering over each other in the back seat of the car, I didn't see the need for another girl in my life. Except—well, when I was sucking and mauling Annabelle's tiny titties, bareback I wondered what it might be like to play with some slightly bigger boobs—say, Belinda's, for instance. And would Belinda's cunt--supposedly covered with dark, curly hair--taste different from Annabelle's sweet red slit, sparsely covered with bright orange? Did Belinda moan when she came? Did her pussy squirt juices, or contract and pulsate, as did Annabelle's?In short, I was a teenage boy. Still, I was a teenage boy with a sense of honor, if not commitment, so for a long time I remained faithful to Annabelle. Especially after she and I actually started fucking. Our first time was, as it seemed to be for so many of our generation, in a parked car. Annabelle's father was a high-powered lawyer, and he had a gorgeous Buick Electra that would blowjob probably seat eight people. It would sleep two, anyway, in the back seat, though we never did much sleeping. So of course, it was only a matter of time before we “went all the way.” We were lying in the back seat kissing. She wore a light short cotton dress with cotton panties fetish and nothing else underneath it. I soon had my head up under the dress sucking her nipples, my hand inside her tiny panties. “Guess what,” she hissed, pulling my shirttail out and caressing my bare back. “What?” I asked, as I flicked away at one stiff little nipplenub. “I’m on the Pill.” She didn’t have to say any more. I cumshot moved lower and pulled her panties down. She spread her boyish white thighs gagging wide for me. As I licked her fragrant cunt, I undid my pants and pulled them down, freeing my rampant cock. Her cunt was wet, slippery, flowing, ready. “Fuck me,” she said. “Fuck me, sweet Ricky.” I crawled up and kissed her. She licked my mouth, my face, loving her own creamy juices. Here it comes, Ben thinks to himself. “What?” she asks. Before she could speak he said, Stand up,” My eating her made her cumshot squirt just a bit. His pretty face showed revulsion, followed by resignation. "You almost made me choke" she said giggling. He was there. Even though the three of us did not gagging win anything, we still had fun. “Could I come in? We need to talk.” Over lunch we both asked each other what blowjob we were wearing under our caftans. Over at Emily’s here’s money for food. She stroked her cock, bigger bareback than fetish I thought it would be.