Valentine's day. Twyla was depressed and lonely. She decided to go out with her girlfriends to a night club. Twyla ordered a Vodka Shirley Temple with five cherries.
Drinking and dancing made her hot and tingly. But one by one the other girls hooked up with a guy and left. Twyla was confused until her friend Katey ran up.
"What's wrong with you Miss Prissy Pussy. It's Valentines night, steamy sex is in the air. Hook-up with a guy and have some fun. Fucking is a blast."
"But Katey I...I can't...I'm too shy."
"Bullshit! You got a pussy—don't you? Grow some big-girl balls and hit on that dude at the bar... Mr. Tall, Dark and Hunky. He's been checking you out all night."
"Really?" Biting her lip, Twyla grabbed her drink and headed toward the handsome man. She tried to wiggle her ass like a whore. But Twyla wiggled too hard and fell, spilling the Shirley Temple on her skirt. The big man lifted her up in his arms.
"Wow, Missy you got a cherry on your crotch. Mind if I eat your cherry?"
'WHAT!? NOOO!!"
She squirmed as his teeth bit the cherry in half, while nibbling her quivering mound. He whispered, "Honey, let's get you home and out of those wet clothes."
Twyla nodded in a lusty daze. Soon the big guy carried her into her apartment and shut the door. He scanned the room. "Those your dolls on the shelf?"
"Y-yes Raggedy Ann dolls." She wetted her pouty lips. "I've had them since I was seven."
"Um...How old are you now Twyla?"
"I'm eighteen and a half."
"Sexcellent, I love legal meat. Time to take off those wet clothes." He reached for her blouse buttons.
"Wait a minute guy. What's your name?"
"Ryder. People call me that 'cause I like to ride...And I'd like to ride you." He pressed his lips to hers. Twyla kissed back clumsily, mashing her teeth against his. But the kiss made her lips burn.
"I-I can't believe this is happening..." Twyla inhaled as the man unbuttoned her blouse, squeezing her bra-clad boobs.
