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?Spit or swallow?? Tiffany asked. She and her friend Vickie were doing homework together. As usual, their banter in between solving algebra problems turned to talk of boys and sex.?Neither,? Vickie replied. ?Facial. It?s good for the skin.??Yeah, that?s what boys want you to believe. Seriously? Too gross!??So, you?re a spitter??Without hesitating Tiffany answered, ?I?ll let a guy do it on my boobs. Not the face. And for the right guy? I?ll swallow. But only if he?s serious about me.??Serious or not,? Vickie said, ?I ain?t tasting that spunk. Besides, boys want to think they?re porn stars when they?re getting some, why not feed their egos a little? It keeps them coming back.??Aren?t you worried they?ll tell everyone how much of a slut you are???Doesn?t matter. If a guy?s going to say that, he?ll say so no matter what you do. You?re either a slut because you let him cover your face or because you sucked him dry.?Vickie?s mom called up to them announcing dinner would be ready soon and that she needed her daughter?s help. Tiffany knew that was her cue to leave and began packing up her things. As they walked down the hallway, they passed Brett?s room and Tiffany glanced inside the open doorway hoping to catch a glimpse of her friend?s older brother. He was nowhere to be seen.?Wait,? Tiffany paused and turned around. ?I should use your bathroom. You go ahead and I?ll be down in a minute.?Tiffany walked to the bathroom turned at the door and, certain that her friend had gone downstairs, crept back to Brett?s bedroom. He was a year ahead of them, having graduated last spring, and was now a freshman at college. Although nothing had ever happened between them, Tiffany always wondered if Cebeci Escort (http://www.kadinvebayan.com/ad-category/cebeci-escort/) some of his furtive glances were an indication Brett had some romantic interest in her. She stood at the doorway to his bedroom surveying the masculine clutter of sports trophies, competition ribbons, medals and plaques. The walls were covered with posters of athletes interspersed with a few swimsuit models.She sighed and was about to leave when she spied something poking out from under Brett?s bed. Could it be? Taking a few steps forward, Tiffany bent down and snatched a men?s skin magazine out and held it in front of her. She flipped open a couple of pages, but was startled by Vickie calling up to her. Panicking, she fumbled to cram the tattered magazine into her backpack and then hurried out and down the stairs. It made no sense, keeping the magazine. She should have thrown it back under the bed, but she was curious. What sort of things turned Brett on? And did she have any chance with him?Thoughts about the magazine smoldered as Tiffany walked the half dozen or so blocks to her home. The magazine was called Mighty Neighborly with a headline that screamed Young and Eager! Girls IN Your Neighborhood in bright yellow block letters. She?d only seen a few pages, but could recognize herself in some of the girls in the pictures. Many of them were her own age.She pictured Brett lying on his bed flipping through the glossy pages. His free hand would glide over his hairless chest, down his rippled abs to pause just above his groin. Would the pictures make him hard? Or would he need a little more encouragement? How would he begin? Would he pull at Çıtır Escort (http://www.kadinvebayan.com/ad-category/citir-escort/) his heavy sac, gently kneading his overheated balls? Maybe he?d rub a fingertip against the flaccid flesh of his cock, making it swell up, quickly doubling and tripling in size?Tiffany had no idea how big Brett was down there, although she had taken her fair share of surreptitious peeks at his groin whenever he was around. From what she?d seen, she was willing to be generous with her imagination, granting him an above average-sized cock. Not ridiculously porn star-sized, like some of the ones she and her friends had giggled about seeing on internet sites. Three-handers, Vickie had called them. They were the kind you need to invite a friend over to help you with.No. Brett would be long and thick, but not monstrously so. And Tiffany had no interest in sharing him. She?d manage to satisfy him just fine on her own, thanks very much. In her mind?s eye she pictured him stroking his hard cock and letting her watch as he flipped the pages of his magazine.She would tease him with questions to find out what he liked. ?Blonde or brunette? Tits or ass? Guy on top or bottom? Doggy-style or reverse cowgirl?? He?d get harder, looking at his favourite pictures and listening to her voice. Soon he?d beg her to touch him.Of course, she?d refuse. It would be far better to torture him a little first. Make him hunger for her touch. Could he come in front of her first? He?d want to hold out as long as he could, but? Everyone said young men were eager, coming fast and then resurrecting quickly so that they were ready for more.The thought of testing that theory with Brett Demetevler Escort (http://www.kadinvebayan.com/ad-category/demetevler-escort/) as her subject made Tiffany feel warm and tingly inside. Sadly, she had to set those thoughts aside as she walked through the front door of her home. She raced up the stairs and dumped her backpack in her room.Dinner with her family was the usual routine. She helped get food onto the table while breaking up squabbles between her little sister and brother. Her mother inquired about her day. When Tiffany mentioned being at Vickie?s, her mom asked if Brett had been home.?I don?t know,? Tiffany answered. ?Why???I thought you liked him.??I guess, maybe.??You don?t know???Well, kinda.?Her father looked up from his plate. ?Kinda liking a boy is what leads to being kinda pregnant.??No one?s getting pregnant, Will!? Tiffany?s mom exclaimed. She shook her head and tried to quiet her younger brood who were laughing and teasing their older sister about being in love and having a baby.The conversation moved on and Tiffany drifted in and out, caught between family discussions and thinking about Brett and his magazine. She poked at her food as she wondered again about his physique. Would he be circumcised or uncut? How would he respond to her playing with his foreskin?After dinner there were dishes and kitchen clean up. Tiffany?s mom assigned prepping breakfast and lunches for the next day. Then she suddenly remembered that laundry needed sorting and folding. It seemed there would be no end to chores and drudgery.Finally her mother ran out of tasks for them to do and Tiffany could be alone. But first, she had to kick her little sister out of her room. ?I?ve told you before to stay out of my room.??I wanted to borrow some of your nail polish.??Last time you did that you left the tops off and they all dried out.?Her sister whined and pouted, but Tiffany didn?t want to argue. She scooped up a handful of older colours she no longer liked much from her vanity and thrust them at her sister. ?Take these, you little pest, and don?t come back for any more.?