To say that Brandy was a curious girl would be a fair statement. The
curse of youth is often that, to be intrigued by the unknown
But
she had her limits, and she was bold enough to verbalize them.
So,
then, how had she ended up debating with her friend Paul over the
very concept of anal sex?
“I'm
telling you, Brandy, you're being too bull headed here.”
“Did
you just call me a cow?” She scoffed, propping hands on her
slim hips. At 18 years old, she had a body ripe with natural curves,
yet toned from years of soccer. To that event, the sport had created
the perfect thickness to the muscles of her hamstrings; Thighs tall
and rounded till they dipped in, then out, to a gravity defying ass.
Solid yet soft, she was proud of her figure.
Paul
shook his head, palming his forehead dramatically. “All I'm
saying is that you shouldn't knock it till you try it.”
Rolling
her smokey grey eyes, the red head shook her long tresses and sighed.
“Whatever! You just want to do it with me, that's all. You
don't care if I'd hate it.”
Leaning
back in his chair, Paul grabbed the glass on the living room table
and tossed back a swig of the amber liquid inside. Straight whiskey
burned, but he preferred that over the sickeningly sweet mixed drinks
or bitterness of beer. “No, look.” He paused, considering
his words, before nodding at her own glass to suggest she take a
drink as well. When she only pouted harder, he groaned and took
another deep drink. “What I've been trying to say is that
you'll miss out.”
Brandy
stared into her cup, shifting where she had curled up on the couch
across from her friend. She had come over to study, but that had
quickly turned into a debate about how their friend Christina had
bragged about taking it in the ass to him as a tactic to get him into
bed; Something he was clearly not interested in, with her, at least.
“Paul,
the fact is this.” Adjusting on the couch, her smooth, sexy
legs crossing one over the other, she unintentionally caused her
skirt to crawl higher; Revealing a length of tan thigh. Tilting her
drink to her berry red lips, she swallowed and went on. “You're
just trying to talk me into it, so you can laugh when I complain
about it later, as I'm walking with a limp or something.”
This
caused him to start laughing, so hard he covered his face and curled
over on the opposite sofa. “What! Why would I ever want that to
happen to you?”
“Because
you like teasing me!” She shot back, tossing her hair and
glaring at the ceiling.
Her
friend calmed down, watching her quietly, as if trying to gather his
thoughts. “Well,” he began carefully, “I do tease
you, I guess. But it's not because of anything bad, or something. I
just...”
Her
attention went back to him, meeting his troubled hazel eyes. “You
just what?”
Instantly
he scrubbed a hand into his thick dark hair, standing up and pacing
towards the kitchen. “Nothing, never mind. Let me get more
whiskey.”
“Hey!”
She shouted, sitting up quickly; This made her head swim a bit, and
she considered that she might have had more to drink than she
realized in her anger. Standing, gingerly, she tromped on her
stocking clad feet after him into the small apartment kitchen. “You
just what , tell me!”
Turning,
with no where to go and his back to the kitchen counter, Paul
grimaced. Reaching out, he snagged her glass and held it still so he
could refill it. “Nothing, really. Forget it.”
Growling
in frustration, the red head yanked her cup roughly away, spilling
whiskey on both her thin green tank top and his hand; Drops cascaded
to the kitchen floor. “Tell me already!”
He
looked shocked, then annoyed. Setting the bottle and drink aside, he
snagged some paper towels and knelt to wipe the tiles. “Why is
it so important? Drop it.”
Cocking
her hip, her feet spread, she glared hotly down at him. “It
matters because I want to know.”
When
he glanced up, Paul found his eyes drawn instantly to the view
curse of youth is often that, to be intrigued by the unknown
But
she had her limits, and she was bold enough to verbalize them.
So,
then, how had she ended up debating with her friend Paul over the
very concept of anal sex?
“I'm
telling you, Brandy, you're being too bull headed here.”
“Did
you just call me a cow?” She scoffed, propping hands on her
slim hips. At 18 years old, she had a body ripe with natural curves,
yet toned from years of soccer. To that event, the sport had created
the perfect thickness to the muscles of her hamstrings; Thighs tall
and rounded till they dipped in, then out, to a gravity defying ass.
Solid yet soft, she was proud of her figure.
Paul
shook his head, palming his forehead dramatically. “All I'm
saying is that you shouldn't knock it till you try it.”
Rolling
her smokey grey eyes, the red head shook her long tresses and sighed.
“Whatever! You just want to do it with me, that's all. You
don't care if I'd hate it.”
Leaning
back in his chair, Paul grabbed the glass on the living room table
and tossed back a swig of the amber liquid inside. Straight whiskey
burned, but he preferred that over the sickeningly sweet mixed drinks
or bitterness of beer. “No, look.” He paused, considering
his words, before nodding at her own glass to suggest she take a
drink as well. When she only pouted harder, he groaned and took
another deep drink. “What I've been trying to say is that
you'll miss out.”
Brandy
stared into her cup, shifting where she had curled up on the couch
across from her friend. She had come over to study, but that had
quickly turned into a debate about how their friend Christina had
bragged about taking it in the ass to him as a tactic to get him into
bed; Something he was clearly not interested in, with her, at least.
“Paul,
the fact is this.” Adjusting on the couch, her smooth, sexy
legs crossing one over the other, she unintentionally caused her
skirt to crawl higher; Revealing a length of tan thigh. Tilting her
drink to her berry red lips, she swallowed and went on. “You're
just trying to talk me into it, so you can laugh when I complain
about it later, as I'm walking with a limp or something.”
This
caused him to start laughing, so hard he covered his face and curled
over on the opposite sofa. “What! Why would I ever want that to
happen to you?”
“Because
you like teasing me!” She shot back, tossing her hair and
glaring at the ceiling.
Her
friend calmed down, watching her quietly, as if trying to gather his
thoughts. “Well,” he began carefully, “I do tease
you, I guess. But it's not because of anything bad, or something. I
just...”
Her
attention went back to him, meeting his troubled hazel eyes. “You
just what?”
Instantly
he scrubbed a hand into his thick dark hair, standing up and pacing
towards the kitchen. “Nothing, never mind. Let me get more
whiskey.”
“Hey!”
She shouted, sitting up quickly; This made her head swim a bit, and
she considered that she might have had more to drink than she
realized in her anger. Standing, gingerly, she tromped on her
stocking clad feet after him into the small apartment kitchen. “You
just what , tell me!”
Turning,
with no where to go and his back to the kitchen counter, Paul
grimaced. Reaching out, he snagged her glass and held it still so he
could refill it. “Nothing, really. Forget it.”
Growling
in frustration, the red head yanked her cup roughly away, spilling
whiskey on both her thin green tank top and his hand; Drops cascaded
to the kitchen floor. “Tell me already!”
He
looked shocked, then annoyed. Setting the bottle and drink aside, he
snagged some paper towels and knelt to wipe the tiles. “Why is
it so important? Drop it.”
Cocking
her hip, her feet spread, she glared hotly down at him. “It
matters because I want to know.”
When
he glanced up, Paul found his eyes drawn instantly to the view
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