Amy's Intimate Confession

I spent a great deal of the night bringing myself to the brink and
stopping, halfway hoping that Carol would wake to catch me in another
"dream".

At one point, I threw back the covers and slipped out of my night
shirt and panties, rubbing my slick and throbbing cunt openly as Carol
slept five feet away, oblivious to my urgency and excitement.

When dawn streaked the windows with it's gray light, I was still
playing with a very sore, but willing pussy. I reached my last climax
just as Carol's alarm was going off. Soon she had showered, dressed
and left. I missed my first class of the day, catching up on a little
badly needed sleep.

* * * * * *

Well, there it is. I guess you never know where a story is going to
take you when you start to write it.

I never had a chance to completely explain how Carol had such a strong
influence on my sexuality. You never got a chance to hear how Rick and
I met and I haven't said a single word about some of the other
adventures Bob, Rick and I have had together.

I guess that's OK. Bob say's I should keep the story a reasonable
length so people don't get tired of reading. Bob also say's everyone
gets a turn, so I guess Rick will be next in line.

One thing I can say is that the memories that came to the surface had
quite an effect on me. On several occasions I was typing with only one
hand and at least three times I had to abandon the entire enterprise
to spend some, uh quality time with myself.

I am anxious to hear what the readers thought of my story. For obvious
reasons we are letting Bob handle the publication of these stories. So
far a few people have written to tell us they enjoyed our story. Bob
assures me he'll get copies of any mail we get to us so we can read it
together.