1. BLITHE


    Date: 10/4/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Consensual Sex, Erotica, Male / Females, Romance, Author: Gentalman, Rating: 91.4, Source: sexstories.com

    is better, you just don’t have anyone to share it with.” I pointed out. “So you went with friends?” she asked. “Yeah, my sister and I went with a brother and her sister named Billy and Betty. They own the property.” I answered. “We had a little picnic set up and all.” “Oh, I would love it!” she exclaimed, “It sounds awesome. When are you going again?” I supposed that if I loved swimming so much, I would probably go back, wouldn’t I? “Um, they said maybe this weekend.” I replied, applying a sweaty palm to face. “I wish I could go but dad would want to tag along. Besides, if there’s boys there, he’d be against it anyway.” she lamented. “Especially if they’re skinny dipping.” I thought. “Especially if they what?” she asked. I must have mouthed the words I was thinking. “I’m sorry. I must have been talking to myself.” I explained. “What was it?” she asked, “Tell me.” “Well, you see…” I started, “I had never gone swimming in a manmade pond like that and Billy thought it would be a good idea to go… skinny dipping.” I finished, gritting my teeth. “You went swimming butt naked!?” she asked incredulously. “There wasn’t anyone around…” I tried to defend. “Jake Blake!” she seethed, “You’re right; boys are beasts!” and hung the phone up on me. I pulled the phone away from my ear and stared at it. A phone call lasting an hour and nine minutes and it ends with her hanging up on me. I had half a mind of calling her back just so I could hang up on her. It wasn’t like I was keeping secrets ...
    or anything. Did she really want a guy to keep things from her? I wouldn’t think so. Just as I was about to hit the dial button, the phone hummed in my hand. Candy Baker was calling me back. I hit the green button to answer and brought the phone back up to my ear. “Jake?” she called, “Was that good or what?” I paused long enough to figure out her little prank. “Oh yeah.” I said facetiously, “It was hilarious.” somewhat relieved. “Ok, so tell me all about it!” she exclaimed, “What was it like?” “Why; so you can hang up on me again?” I asked begrudgingly. “Come on; that was funny.” she defended. “Yeah...” I said in a hurtful voice, “Funny to you.” “Awe, did I break your little heart?” she cooed. “Yeah, broke it in two.” I feigned, “But I’m over you now.” I added with a grin. “Now you’ve gone and broke my heart!” she sniffed. She waited a few seconds, “Ok, I’m over you now.” she said matter-of-factly. She sounded so cute saying that. I talked to her until eleven, finally boiling down to sentences interrupted by yawns. When we decided to say goodbye, she had one more thing to tell me. “By the way,” she said, “Dad did what you said.” I was at a loss, “What did I say?” “You know, about pulling the spark plug and putting the wire on?” she reminded me. “Oh.” I recalled, “I bet he hated doing that.” “Oh yeah.” she agreed, “Cussed you out the whole time he was doing it.” “Man, I better stay clear of him for a while.” I thought out loud. “Yep, you were a flea-bitten, snot-nosed, ankle ...
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