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One day the next week I picked the girls up at the high school. I had brought a football and proposed walking over to the soccer field and tossing it around; Megan was dubious, but Cait said, with a twinkle in her eye, “Aw c’mon, babe, it’ll be fun. We’ll make it worth your while.”The three of us played keep-away–tackle keep-away, that is. Even if she managed to catch the ball, Megan would panic when she saw Cait running at her:“Your ass is mine, little chickie!”“Eek! Yyeek!”I loved watching Cait launch her meaty little body at Magan’s willowy frame, and seeing the gap between Megan’s thighs in her skinny jeans as she half-heartedly tried to escape. When Cait brought her down there would be much tickling and squealing, and sometimes grinding, so that I had to run over and break it up before somebody called the authorities.When Megan was ‘it,’ Cait would throw the ball so high that Megan had time to run up and tackle me before it even got there. She would Kıbrıs Escort straddle me, shouting in triumph, her buoyant tits bouncing near my eyes, the buttons of her nipples showing through the fabric of her blouse. I would feel her silky ponytail falling in my face as she panted and her green eyes sparkled.One time Cait came over to try and break us up, but I grabbed her ankle and we pounced on her; Megan tickled her under the arms and smothered her face with her boobs while I went for the soft underbelly until Cait managed to scissor my head between her powerful little thighs. Before I stood up, I had a look around to make sure nobody was close enough to be shocked by my erection.Cait and Megan were not ready to be out—keep in mind, this was some years ago, and in small-town Michigan, far from the fleshpots of Ann Arbor. Cait especially cringed at the thought of wondering if each store clerk and classmate would be Lefkoşa Escort cool or get all judgy, or act cool but talk shit behind her back.But with me as their beard, a beard with benefits, we could get away with a lot. When we went to an all-ages show, I could feel the envious looks of the guys as I walked in with the two of them, Megan in a black mini skirt and leather boots with a touch of goth makeup that suited her raven hair and pale skin, Cait in her usual outfit except for a sexy bra and tank top that showed off her luscious rounded breasts. As she danced, she liked to raise her hands high and slowly spin, offering herself to the room. Nobody had to know that both Megan and I were going to take her up on the offer.Anyway, if people saw us out in our small town, they would think either that Megan and I were letting the kid sister tag along (how nice of us!) or that the cool girls were letting the dateless brother Girne Escort tag along. (I was fairly presentable, about six feet tall with brown hair and blue eyes, borderline skinny with wiry muscles from working rather than working out. But I had always been shy, terrified that any pretty girl I asked out would think, “Eew, really?” and turn away.)Still, there were limits. When Cait went over to spend the night at Megan’s, I couldn’t exactly go along. I could, however, get the play-by-play from a bubbly, excited Caitlin the next day. I told her it must be an advantage to know what the other person is feeling because you have the same equipment.“Yeah, it’s true that I can make just a little motion of the fingers send her over the edge. I love to watch her face, when she comes, how she gets so flushed, and then her lips get kind of soft and trembly.“But I also like to drive deep into her pussy. It makes me wonder what it would be like to take a woman the way a man does, the way you and Megan fuck.”This planted the seed of an idea that I would have to think about.“And, um, uh, I wonder about the other way too, what it would be like to be the girl. But it would have to feel right, and would have to be someone I felt totally safe with.”
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