At eighteen, Gary thought he knew it all but his education was mediocre, his childish looks were quickly fading, his goals in life were mere questions and his sex life crested half his life ago. Soon after his nineteenth birthday, Gary realized his state of being had been little more than a frustrating search for an illusion.
During the final months of high school, Gary’s best friend, Jimmy had a girlfriend he talked little about and the reason was simple enough. The guy believed his sex life private and something he never discussed with anyone, even his best buddy. It only took Gary a few days to deduce his buddy was getting some on a regular basis, while Gary prowled the school halls only to find cock teasers and coeds he coined as; mister-baiters.
The summer after graduation, Gary finally got the opportunity to meet his buddy’s girlfriend but only after the secretive couple had explored each other to the point of having nothing else filthy to do with each other except visit the world outside their sacrament of lust. That day was normal enough for Gary as far as Saturdays went, he was making extra cash detailing a motorcycle and was busy polishing spokes with a strip of leather shoelace soaked in a polishing compound, but when he saw his best friend ride up on a scooter with two girls onboard he started to wonder if his best friend was getting more pussy than he deserved.
The girls were physical opposites. One was taller than the other by a few inches. One was a brunette and one was blonde. One had substantial breasts, one had subtle breasts, one had a heart shaped buttocks, one had an apple bottom, one had bedroom brown eyes, one had dreamy blue eyes but to Gary, both girls were definitely pretty. Although Gary had a passion for blondes, he understood why his friend was attracted to one of the girls when he noticed she couldn’t keep her hands away from the guy’s genitals. Gary thought it rather odd the girl was so open about her affection and he found himself chatting with her best friend, the short brunette with bedroom brown eyes. Her name was Susanna, but everyone called her Suzy, the icemaker.
Suzy was a demure girl and seemed aloof at times nearing the point of being indifferent to Gary but that day the foursome enjoyed the time together and nothing seemed out of place except Gary’s constant gazing at Suzy’s adorable physical features. Before sundown, the two girls and Gary’s buddy zoomed off down the street on the scooter leaving Gary to polish wire spokes, or so they thought.
As soon as the threesome was out of sight, Gary went to his bedroom, pulled his pants down and masturbated while visions of Suzy’s stiff nipples, the gentle curves of her vaginal folds and the tantalizing curves of her little round buttocks flashed in his mind’s eye. It wasn’t the first time Gary had the illusion of having intercourse with a hot looking girl, but Suzy had captured something deeper and this time Gary didn’t bother to open the special magazine he kept hidden under the mattress containing what he had come to appreciate as his illusion … the perfect woman.