Sometimes she felt the tingles very strongly -- so strongly that her legs trembled and she realized she was lifting her hips to meet his thrusts.Sometimes she felt the tingles very strongly -- so strongly that her legs trembled and she realized she was lifting her hips to meet his thrusts. She also found herself rubbing and squeezing her nipples in the shower, and once she had had even arched her back and pushed a soapy finger up her own asshole. All those things felt nice when she did them to herself. And that was the most confusing thing of all: If doing sexy things by herself gave her such satisfaction, why didn't she *always* get the same satisfaction when someone else did things to her? Why should she have to pretend sometimes that it wasn't *her* body being fucked, but someone else's? Susan also wondered about the boys at school, but soon decided their silliness around girls was a facet of their being so young -- like her. Maybe they could only do sex when they got older. Tom had just turned 16. He drove the car and everything, just like her father. Maybe he was old enough for sex. In fact, to judge by his sometimes rearranged clothing when he slipped in from a late date, Tom probably did sex a lot. |