“I saw how graceful you were when you dove into the pool.”
“I was pretty good on both the low and high boards. Anyway, I was a fairly late bloomer, putting on some height and weight in my senior year and college freshman year.”
“How about girl friends?”
“I’m awfully shy around girls, especially in social situations. I could manage decent conversations if we were talking about school projects, that sort of thing. But in a party environment, forget it. I feel so like a dork that I either make small talk with some guys or mostly just don’t go. So as you found out at the party I was still a virgin.”
“Honey, you seemed to do ok at Bill’s party. In spite of being quite embarrassed about your swim suit. ”
“I was mortified and would have snuck out if Bill hadn’t insisted I stay.”
“Well, I’m sure glad you did stay. Joyce and I were thinking of leaving when you came up to the bar. All red-faced. We looked down and saw the reason for your discomfort. This young handsome guy with a big cock in a too small suit. So we decided to help you out by making some small talk.”
“I suppose it helped. But I was still this shy guy with a big bulge and two beautiful, sexy women checking me out. And it got worse when those two other women joined us. I could feel them eating me up with their eyes.
“If you all had been my age, I think I would have just died with embarrassment. But you were all older. How old are you?”
“Just turned twenty five.”
“You seem younger. Later, when it was just you and Joyce, I started to settle down. You both helped carry the conversation. As I became less self-conscious I realized I was in very close proximity to two beautiful women. Not bubbly, silly girls. But sexy women with great bodies. Your bikinis looked great. So what if I had a too-tight swim suit.”
“John, you just need experience in different situations. You said you did much of your growth late. You probably didn’t have much self-esteem during most of high school. That’s a critical time for social growth. But you’re not that same person. You are tall, nice body, handsome face, big cock. Your internal image of yourself hasn’t caught up with those changes.
“Let me tell you, and I know. You are probably the sexiest young guy I have ever met. And I’m not just referring to your cock. I mean the whole package. That’s why I pulled you into that bedroom and virtually raped you. I surprised even myself. And why we are headed to Palm Springs. You are a real stud and this weekend you are mine.”
Sue told me she was divorced two years ago. Her husband was a jerk, a big-wig in a major internet company. He was an ok guy until his company hit the big time. He became mega-millions rich and an egotistical bastard. Sue knew some things so her attorney negotiated a large settlement in exchange for silence.
“I acted like a total slut at the party but that really was not me. I was a virgin when I married that jerk. And only two boyfriends since the divorce. I was in the process of dropping my latest boyfriend when I met you. You were so clean and innocent!”