"Really? Are you serious, Janice?" he asked anxiously."Really? Are you serious, Janice?" he asked anxiously. My smile broke into a laugh, "No! Of course I'm not being serious, honey. What do you think I am -- or was? If anything like that went on, I didn't hear about it. Just the thought of the locker room -- those dirty, sweaty bodies after a game -- UGH! Can you imagine the smell?" I pinched my nose closed and shook my head. "I'm very sorry to shatter your male fantasies about us slutty cheerleaders -- we were just your normal, everyday beauties worried about dates and homework and pimples, just like everyone else." Phil was laughing with me, "well, you slutty cheerleaders and your wild orgies were a lot more fun to talk about at our accounting club meetings than balance sheets and number-2 pencils!" A few minutes later, Phil quietly asked, "Are there any old flames in particular you're looking forward to seeing at the reunion, Janice?" I took Phil's hand and held it in mine, "Honey, I'm looking forward to seeing everybody. I didn't date the hunks I had crushes on. I'm not trying to cop-out on you, but there isn't anyone I dated, in high school *OR* college, I still have any `special' feelings for. I saved all my special feelings for you." I gently moved his hand under the deep V-neck of my nightie and placed it on my bare breast. Phil was always good at getting my hints, and it was quite a while before we got to sleep that night. ...... On Saturday, several days after our "locker room orgy" conversation, I was in Bobby's room when the phone rang. Phil was in the bathroom, so I answered it. It was one of his golf buddies. When Phil came out to get the phone, I went into our bathroom to collect the towels for the laundry. I picked up the towel on the floor next to the throne and lying there was a full-page photo and the two-page letter. The photo captured a magic moment in a pretty blonde girl's life when she had three cocks (two white and a gigantic black cock) buried up her pussy, in her ass, and down her throat. I was surprised, to say the least. Had the phonecall caught Phil masturbating? I quickly replaced the towel and walked out of the bathroom. I acted like I hadn't seen a thing. But I had, and it made me think about that damned letter and Phil's secret fantasies again. ...... June finally arrived and Phil and I flew out to Seattle. |