"She was on top of me, and I was just about to enter her. She took hold of me, and somehow the back of my cock brushed her pussy hair, and I shot everywhere!" I explained to Sally about my woeful attempt to lose my virginity.
Sally's laughed hard her head falling on my bed from her sitting position,
"It's not funny I'll never get another chance to screw Gemma," I lamented from my chair.
"Of course you will, why didn't you hang around for a second coming?" laughing at her own pun.
"She had to go out, and I've been warned off from seeing her again by Mrs Leighton," I informed. I was unable to convey the gravitas of the situation as Sally went back to reading one of my girlie magazines.
"You're not listening!" I demanded.
"I am, It's just that I think you're taking this way too seriously. There will be other's," she predicted as she took too one particular model running her fingers over her shapely body.
"You know I'd love to pose naked like these girls, she dreamily uttered.
"I've always wanted to pose as well," submitting to Sally's train of thought, "it looks and feels sexy to be exposed like that."
"Hey, it was my idea," Sally sniggered as I had barged into her fantasy.
I laughed, "At least there's a demand for nude photographs of naked girls like you, who would want to see my scrawny flabby body?"
"It sounds like Mrs Leighton does for a start," Idly opined Sally as she flicked over a page to look at another model. "Are you going to take her up on her offer?" she casually added.
The offer to have Mrs Leighton in every conceivable sexual act played over in my mind. "You can fuck my ass, tits, mouth and pussy anywhere, anytime," she offered, which blazed into my imagination but seemed implausible in the cold light of day. There was also the added complication of Father already tending her sexual needs.
"No, I want Gemma, I'm just going to let things settle and get back to her," I revealed a plan that instantly got Sally's attention away from her magazine.
"Don't you think you're obsessing a bit too much over Gemma?"
I wondered about Sally's motive as I had seen her naked in bed with Gemma having her pubes trimmed.
"I do know about you and Gemma," I made known with a low voice.
"Know what?"
"That you're sleeping together."
"Oh!" sighed Sally, "How long have you known?" She slowly asked full of apprehension.
"I saw you in the studio," I admitted.
"You were the peeping Tom!" Sally blurted in shock, "You were wanking watching us perform!"
"I was looking at Gemma," I clumsily excused.
"You cum on the window!" Sally exclaimed as she remembered more of her morning's activities.
"I thought the windows needed a polish," I weakly joked in the onslaught of Sally's outrage, which I found hard to fathom. Only a few days ago, she had been riding my fingers and letting me lick her pussy.
"Oh god, we love the same girl," moaned Sally as her understanding of the situation rendered itself, "What are we going to do? We can't both have her?"
"I thought you said it was wrong to be obsessing," hitting back at Sally's hypercritical indignation.
"Oh, bite me!" she exclaimed in frustration.
"Gladly," I smiled, "get your panties off."
"Fuck off!" Sally yelled, throwing a pillow at me.
I ducked the pillow and laughed until I saw that Sally was distraught. She returned to my girly magazine roughly turning over the pages at speed until her emotions split over.
"Why am I looking at this crap?" She raged as she threw the magazine across the room. Her head went into her hands, and her shoulders lightly shimmered as she started to cry. I went over and put a hand around her shoulder to console.
"Come on Sally I don't want to fall out over this."
"How long have you known?"
"I had my suspicions when you kept looking at my Girlie magazines," I confided hugging her closer,
"I just liked the idea of posing, was that all that gave me away?"
"That and you sucking Gemma's tits," I joked causing a mini fury of Sally's fists aimed at my balls!
I laughed and covered up.
"Oh, don't," she pleaded in embarrassment.
"It's okay, I only saw the last bit where she trimmed your pubes," I goaded her on, "I must say she did a good job from what I saw."
"Stop it, or I'll rip your balls off!" she jokingly raged reaching out for my testicles once again.
I curled up in a ball to protect my prize assets laughing as Sally tried to probe my defences. She lay on top of me, attacking again and again until she fell upon me in failure.
We lay back on the bed together after our exertions. "Did you really look at those books for the poses?"
"Yeah, I really like the idea, I know you think it's weird, but it's a fantasy of mine."
"To be showing off your bits and pieces in suggestive poses?"
"I like the idea of being naked before a photographer demanding me to pose and being in a magazine with men looking over my body."
"Really?"
"Do you think it's strange?"
"No not at all, I'd love girls to be looking at my body but who would want to look at me?"
"I know a few," hinted Sally instantly sending me into a whirl of sexual imagination.
"How do you know?" I quickly asked, greedy for any information.
"Oh, just Idle girls talk."
"Oh come on Sally you can't leave me hanging with a statement like that! Who?"
"I can't say offhand like that, you know what we girls are like once we start gossiping?"
"No! That's just it, I don't, tell me," I begged, making Sally laugh.
"All the Cheerleader's for a start."
"Oh, God! I'm going to have to start working out!" I joked immediately going to the floor and doing press-ups.
Sally laughed
"Its not so bad," laughed Sally," I thought you looked good nude for a boy your age."
"Thank you," I countered, "But when have you seen my body?"
"In the bath," Sally said coldly.
"How have you seen me in the bath?" I asked, very mystified.
Sally just smiled and went back to looking at my magazines as I wondered how she could have seen me in the bathroom.
"I don't believe you, what did you see?" I asked anxiously my mind reeling at the unknown. Sally smirked.
