Kristen asked what I was doing. “Playing with myself.” She looked curiously. “Really? Like um playing with your.. your thingy?” I gave her a wink. It made her surprised look turn into sly smirk. “Yes, I’m playing with my thingy Kristen.” “Oh.” Her eyes went wide. “I mean OH! Wow can I see? I’ve never seen a guys thingy before.” She asked ultra excitedly from the other end of the huge L shaped couch. “Only if you promise not to tell anyone. It’s a private thing, that’s why you can’t tell anyone okay.”
“I wouldn’t tell anyone, why would I?” “I mean it Kris not Anyone, No one, Promise me.” “Okay” Rolling her eyes, “I promise not to tell anyone jeezey cow!” Crossing her heart and for the moment highlighting her small 12 yo breasts as she started getting up. I was 17 then, watching her and her little sister while their mom was working second shift this week. I wasn’t the only one who liked my thick, almost 8 inch c***. 8 and a quarter inches when I’m vigorously f****** a girl. All the ladies that I shared it with liked it a lot. “Holy Crap! I mean Holy cow you really are playing with it! Wow!!” And she giggled and laughed a little. I let go so she could see all of it’s throbbing glory. “God that is amazing!” Leaning in to see it closer. “Why.. why are you doing it now, why here, why now with me sitting right over there?!” I talked a little about how I found her very attractive, I was feeling h**** and was pretending that she was touching me to m***********. That opened up a million questions from her that I put off until I got us fresh drinks. My soda was more rum from under the counter than soda water. Hers was just pop. I set mine down handing Kris hers. “Thanks.” She almost spit her sip when I pulled off my jeans and boxer shorts. ” Oh my god!” she said quietly, covering her mouth in case she did spit soda. I was all ready barefoot and I pulled my polo shirt over my head. Her pretty sapphire blue eyes actually got even bigger.
