Stephen, I have to tell you that I've always had the hots for TJ. Who wouldn't? After all, he's tall, athletic, and very good looking. Besides, I've often wondered about black guys; are they as big as they say they are? You know you are the only boy I have had sex with, and I wondered what it would be like to feel something bigger than your six incher inside of me.
I've never acted on those feelings before, though, because I've always been faithful to you. But after seeing you with Sara, I realized what a fool I have been.
I told TJ that I had a falling out with you and needed some time to compose myself. I asked if there was any way he could take me home. He is so sweet and immediately agreed.
As I sat next to him, I looked longingly at his hot body. He was dressed in basketvall shorts and a tshirt. Even though the shorts were loose fitting, I could tell he had more between his legs than you do.
When we got to my house, I was relieved that no one was home. I asked TJ if he would come in. I could tell he was doubtful -- probably wondering what you would think. I pleaded with him, telling him I really didn't want to be alone. He finally agreed.
I told TJ I needed to change because I had been crying and felt grubby. He grabbed a seat and a Coke while I went to my room. I wish you could have seen his eyes when I came out, wearing one of your basketball jersies over just my panties. You know how I look when I dress that way. It always turns you on, the way the shirt barely covers my waist.
TJ tried not to stare, but I could tell he liked what he saw. I pretended not to notice and sat right next to him on the sofa.
I pretended to start crying again, and leaned against TJ, putting my head on his shoulder. After an awkward moment, he put his arm around me to comfort me. I knew the front of my shirt was hanging in such a way that he could get a pretty good look down my chest. I knew it because I could see his crotch starting to twitch in respone. I knew I was on the right track. |