Happy Friday!

And, kiddies, this is why we don't take drugs!

Okay, well technically it's now Saturday.

Went down to Marietta today for about two hours. Nick called and was able to sneak away from his job for a couple of hours. We checked into a close-by motel and went at it. I went back home a happy, happy woman! LOL

I always love the expressions on the desk clerks' faces in situations like that! You check in and two hours later check out. The kid at the desk gave me a once-over that boosted me ego! As we left, I turned and winked at the kid. LOL He just laughed.

He likey-likey older women!

Don't cry for hubby. Our beloved Bev was over today. Honestly, it was a tough choice. One-on-one with Nick or a threesome with hubby and Bev. While we don't get to see Bev nearly as much as we'd like, meetings with Nick are even harder to come by, so I made the drive.

"Harder to come by." Wow! A double double-entendre! You get it all here at Lexenomics, folks!

Anyway, hubby had an absolute blast with Bev. That's probably a statement that really didn't need to be stated, I guess.

Janey's all moved in! Yeah for Janey, and yay for us! I have mentioned how much we adore her, haven't I? LOL She loves her living space and I know it'll be perfect for her over the next couple of years.

And yes, Janey, hubby and I have had some fun since she moved in. The girl's as crazed as I am. LOL

She'll be putting in the hours over the next several months, that's for sure (work, not in bed, though.....). School starts in September and she'll be working for a nurse registry that has promised her a lot of hours.

Anyway, the other day I decided that I wanted a little break from work, so I wandered over to my hubby's blog. I was feeling particularly snarky that day and wanted to make a comment letting him know that I had broken the 10,000 views mark.

I had a shock. No, he hadn't broken that, but he had surpassed 8,000 views. Holy cow, he's catching up! Our blog views have been a running joke between us since I started mine up. I bet he's gonna catch me, too. If he does, your favorite psycho blonde will never hear the end of it!

I'm playing dirty though. Notice how I didn't link up when I mentioned his blog? All's fair!

Sorrrrrrrrrrrrrryyyyyyyyy honeyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy! LOL

Remember me talking about Jilly awhile back, and how she finally found a new girlfriend? Well, she's still seeing her!

That's a good thing. A part of me--a little part--is a bit bummed that Jilly hasn't brought up the possibility of us rocking and rolling again sometime. The rest of me is happy beyond belief that she hasn't and hopes that she doesn't.

But I am happy for her. Her hubby's cool with it (I love him--great guy) and when she and her friend have the time, they enjoy it.

Okay, I'm out. Hubby's, ahem, recovered from his little playdate with Bev, and I'm gonna take advantage of it! Maybe he's got some tiger blood going on tonight!

Bringgggggggggg it!

Take care and thanks for reading!

And The Winner Is..............

The one object that received absolutely no votes. Yes, the humble carrot.

I did have an empty Coke bottle in my room that night, but it never received serious consideration. That was just too out there, as odd as that may sound.

I did consider a pen. But felt it was just too thin. My goal was to simulate a hard cock. Now, I have used a ball point pen for that purpose. It's quite handy, you can maneuver it around nicely and hey, when you're done, you can just toss it.

Now for the winner of the poll, the hair brush. I wasn't at all surprised that this garnered the most votes. It makes perfect sense. Sleek handle, easy grip with the bristles.

But here's why it wasn't a hair brush. I'm assuming the most--if not all--of the voters were guys. And that would mean that none of the voters were ever a 12 year old girl.

And you know what's sacred to teen (and almost teen) girls? Beauty supplies. Brushes, combs, make-up, all that. I couldn't take any of my beloved brushes and do that to them. It just didn't seem right. I gave it serious consideration, but eventually passed on that.

Okay, so why a carrot?

Well, we had a bag in the crisper. I snuck down and selected one that wasn't too narrow and wasn't too thick. Yeah, this sounds like an X-rated Goldilocks ("This one's too thin. This one's too thick. This one's JUSSSSST right!).

I warmed the carrot up in the microwave for a few seconds, took it upstairs, Vaselined it up and went at it. It was stiff, but not TOO stiff. I was able to choose my desired width. And they had plenty of length, so handling it wouldn't be a problem. I knew I could go as deep as I liked but would still have plenty to hold onto.

Yup. It was a carrot.

You'll have to excuse me now. I just made a salad and want to go down on it.

A Quick Note About The Poll

I want to have Michelle's baby. Since that's impossible, I'll settle

for having sex with her which, while very highly improbable, isn't technically impossible. Or something.

I'm watching "SportsNation" on ESPN2 as I'm writing this up. I have this HUGE crush on Michelle Beadle, who hosts the show with Colin Cowherd. She's wearing this tight red dress that really accentuates her butt and breasts. And to top it off, the cast she's wearing due to recent ankle surgery is black and offsets her dress brilliantly!

Michelle, you R-O-C-K!

And now, on to our regularly-scheduled blog post.

I should've mentioned this in yesterday's entry, "My Pal Xaveria", but the poll I put up yesterday, "So What Was My First Toy", will run through until next Monday or Tuesday. Then I'll post what object I actually used.

Thanks to those who have voted, and a thank you to those who will vote.

Right now, the hair brush is in the lead and threatening to run away with the race! Is it indeed the mysterious object I've referred to? We shall see!

But when I do answer the question, I'll explain why I used what I used and why I didn't use the others.

If you're incredibly bored--or for some reason feel particularly passionate about which of these four items would have been the best choice--feel free to comment about your feelings. Just put your thoughts in the comments section for this post. I respond to all comments (with the exception of really vulgar comments which don't get published).

Holy cow, I've had over 9,600 views since I put the counter widget on the blog. I never envisioned this blog getting so many hits! Yeah, I know it isn't that many compared to really popular blogs, but still it's kind of cool. So thank you to all that come by and check out Lexenomics!

Also, does anybody know of a good free file hosting site? If you do, could you leave it in the comments or email it to me at modernlexenomics.blogspot.com? You'd have a psychotic blonde's gratitude if you did! Thanks!

Okay, I'm working on some entries, but not sure when if I'll get another posted before the poll entry next week. I'm might even just drop by to say "hey, word up peeps." Or maybe I'll ramble at length at how I'd love to rub up against Miss Michelle for a month or so (Miss Beadle, if you're reading this, have you ever considered the pleasures a woman could bring you in bed?).

So until then......

See you next time!

My Pal Xaveria

Xaviera Hollander--pioneer, visionary, sexual revolutionary.

Xaviera Hollander is, like, a total hero to me.

She's the call girl who wrote "The Happy Hooker," one of the greatest books ever! She really had an impact on me when I first read it.

When I was 12.

Yeah, I know. I know.

Anyway, my parents both worked. And it was summer. And I saw the book on a bookshelf in the den.

"The Happy Hooker."

Oh yeah, I had heard of that book. Back in the '70s and early '80s, Xaveria Hollander was a pretty well-known fixture in popular culture. Not in the same way as the Bay City Rollers, of course.

Heh. Bet you didn't expect a Bay City Rollers reference in this post.

Anyway, it was August. I had completed my two summer school classes and had what remained of the summer off. I had recently discovered an interest in boys (as in, hey, some were pretty cute!). But no way was I going to be dating at 12.

Still, the whole "boys are cute" thing kind of got me interested in certain activities that boys and girls do together. Oh, I knew the whole "birds and the bees" bit. But I never really thought about it until that time.

Anyway, back to that book. I was pretty sure my parents wouldn't want me to read it. Then again, it was out there in the bookcase. But I probably should ask, first. Then again, why should I? I was always encouraged to read, after all.

And the new issue of Tiger Beat wasn't out yet. John Stamos was SOOOOO hot!

Actually, he's better looking now at 47. But that's neither here not there.

I was absolutely fascinated by not only the way she had lived her life, but with the fact that she offered absolutely no apologies.

One afternoon, I was reading this new treasure in my room when I heard my brother say, "Mom and Dad would not be happy that you were reading that." Then he laughed. I knew he wouldn't say anything. We completed trusted each other with keeping our secrets.

"Well, what they don't know, right?"

He laughed again, "Right. Just don't become a hooker, Alex." I laughed and said, "Not till I hit eighteen!" He smiled and said, "You know she has a column in Penthouse, don't you?"

Oh really? I wasn't aware of that. Gotta love big brothers!

An aside here--I wasn't left all alone at home at that age most of the time. My brother was a few years older was usually around, and we had our neighbor next door who'd keep an eye out for me when he was gone. But I was pretty mature for my age and my parents knew I didn't need to be shipped to my aunt and uncle's (the ones I lived with while in college) house when big brother wasn't there.

Anyway, it didn't talk me long to finish up that book.

A couple of nights after finishing it up, I was in bed, but it was one of those nights when I couldn't fall asleep right away. So I started fantasizing about being a high-priced call girl myself.

And soon I found my hand rubbing a certain area through my pajamas. And I also found myself to be breathing a little heavy.

A few times when I was still reading the book, I had my hand down there and had done a little rubbing. But I always stopped before, well, anything happened.

Not this time. What I was doing felt really good, so I got up, stripped out of my pajamas, and crawled back into bed and resumed what I was doing.

I was wet, my nipples were hard, and I was moaning softly. As I felt myself building towards my first orgasm, I fingered my clit faster. Soon--and this is the best way I can describe it--this rush washed over me. My eyes were shut and I was cumming.

After this new sensation had subsided, I just laid there. I knew what had happened. But man, I didn't realize that an orgasm would be so......

.....fucking great and intense.

I got up and put my pajamas on and went and washed my hands. Then I crawled back into bed, very pleased at what had just happened. It was awesome. I could make myself have that feeling whenever I wanted!

And over the next couple of weeks, I DID make myself have that feeling--a lot. It was like this awesome new toy that I couldn't stop playing with. Then one night I was ready to "get my toy out" when I started wondering what it would be like to put something in there (well, having already started receiving "nature's little present", I mean putting something in there for pleasure).

But what? It wasn't like there were a bunch of dildos or vibrators laying around the house. What could simulate a dick? And then it hit me.

And I'm not going to tell you what it was. Well, not right now. That's going to be the subject of my next poll on the front page (husband, you are ineligible to vote! LOL).

So I took the object into the bathroom and put some Vaseline on it. I couldn't believe what I was about to do. But I do know that it really got me hot.

I went back into my room. I stripped down naked again and started fantasizing and feeling out my clit and pussy. When I was ready, I spread my legs and, bracing myself on one arm, slid the object in very, very slowly.

It hurt, but just a little. And as my muscles relaxed, I sped up. Soon I was having an orgasm that rivaled the first in intensity.

Now that was more fun than a 12 year-old (almost 13) should have. I didn't start doing that every night, but I was getting myself off every 2 nights or so with my hand and occasionally with the object (as a treat).

As for Xaveria, her book didn't convince me to go ahead and start doing all this--I did have a mind of my own. But it did convey to me the idea that the female orgasm was a wonderful thing and nothing to feel guilty about.

And not too far down the line, I did something else I didn't feel guilty about either.

Some Odds and Ends....

Is that a camera in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?

Okay, been awhile since I checked in. I'm not big on just posting an entry for the sake of posting an entry.

But I figured I could cobble enough tidbits to at least compose a respectable post. That, and I'm sure the above picture doesn't hurt. LOL

I'm currently working on three entries: one detailing my first orgasm, one dealing with the first time I got laid, and one dealing with the first time that I was somebody's "first time".

As for personal stuff, I couldn't be more excited. Our friend Janey will be moving up from Florida soon and moving into our guest house! Did I say three posts? Make it four. I have to write up something about how I met Janey in Florida back in 2004. Anyway, she's starting a new chapter in her life. She and her long-term girlfriend have parted ways--amicably--and she's returning to school.

Janey's worked as a nurse for the last several years and is moving up here to study to become a physician's assistant. Those programs are an absolute bitch to get into. It's something like two and a half years of studying and extremely competitive.

But Janey's a total brain. She double-majored in nursing and biology at Cal State San Bernardino and has hospital and emergency room experience. She's also received training in radiology.

This is no minor commitment. Over two years and sixty thousand go into training a physician's assistant. Physician's assistants perform many of the same duties as a physician, including diagnosing illnesses and prescribing medication I'm soooooooooo proud of her.

We've been--okay, me twenty percent, hubby eighty percent--fixing up the guest house for her. My hubby absolutely adores Janey (and the feeling is mutual) and has created a great area for her to set up her computer and desk.

So we'll have Mitzie and Kellie living in the garage apartment and Janey in the guest house. We never imagined something like this when we bought this property!

It's this nice big house on a nice piece of property. But it was in dire shape. But you can get things at a great price in that condition. The only things we were super-concerned about were plumbing, electricity, and the foundation. We had those things checked out pretty thoroughly and were pretty satisfied. Those are the areas that can turn a place into a real money pit.

And all that's besides the point!

If you're new to Lexennomics, I welcome you. But just a little request. Please refrain from overtly crass comments should you choose to say something. Yes, I know this is a sex blog. But just because it's a sex blog doesn't mean it has to be crude or obnoxious. If you like what you read or see, awesome. But saying stuff like, "You're hot, I'd love to fuck your hot pussy," etc... will just be deleted. Comments like that bring down everybody's intelligence.

I mean, finances are a part real life, just as sex is. But you wouldn't take your ATM card out of your wallet and rub your dick on it, would you? Rule of thumb: if you leave a comment, just imagine you're talking to me face-to-face at a party and have read my blog. I'm pretty sure you wouldn't start off with, "I dig your hot ass and wanna fuck it!"

Catch you all later!

Me & Marty

Distracting Marty during a shoot-around! I call this move

the "Pussy Decoy"!

Since I finally copped to my infidelity regarding Jilly.....

Might as well have some fun with it! Yeah, baby!

I got together with Marty for the first time (and by "getting together, I mean "fucked") about eight months into my relationship with Jilly.

Anywayyyyyyyyy....

I met Marty in a history class in my first semester in college in September of 1987.

So I was sitting there, first day of school, waiting for the professor to come in. I was fucking nervous as can be. Then I fetl a tap on my shoulder. I turned and saw Marty. He laughed and said, "Miss, this is Claremont McKenna COLLEGE. Claremont HIGH SCHOOL is on Indian Hill!"

He didn't have a snarky smile when he said that, just a grin. I knew he was just joking around.

"I'm almost 17 and I graduated from high school in June. So THERE!"

He laughed. "Okay. If you want to pretend to be a college student....."

I think what happened is he sat down, saw I was nervous, and decided to take my mind off of things. I did look SOMEWHAT younger than everybody else. I didn't think that much though!

"So how does one graduate high school at 16? Double up on classes?"
"Nah. I'm a November baby. Started kiddiegarten at four and got skipped a grade along the way."
"What grade?"
"Six."
"Ouch. Took you away from your friends.....and put you in a new school all at once."
"Yeah. Kinda sucked!"

Man, this guy was mega-cool. And really, really nice.

Anyway, the prof came in and did the usual first day stuff. After class, Marty said that he'd see me next time. Now as you know, I was already pretty sexually active by this point. So I thought.....maybe some fun with Marty?

Not to be. I saw a rather serious-looking girl come up and kiss him. I didn't like the vibes she gave off. Anyway, so much for fun. He seemed to really dig her and I didn't want to hit on a guy and get shot down and then have to sit next to him class after class.

Kind of an awkward thing.

But I really did like Marty as a friend. He was nice. He treated me well and was just a good, good guy. A few weeks later, I met Jilly and didn't really see Marty as a potential bedmate after that. I had been holding out hope....then Jilly came along.....

Wow. A platonic male friend! Super cool! Yay for platonic friendship!

Now, for something I've never mentioned: I loved basketball as a kid. I played it, I watched it (yay Lakers!), and even played two years in high school. I was a guard and a pretty decent one. I wasn't super-talented, but hey, I enjoyed it.

Marty also loved basketball and like me, played in high school. So we'd shoot around in the gym a couple of times a week. It was a blast. But I don't think his girlfriend, Carolyn, liked me too much. Actually, I don't think she liked me one bit.

Flash forward to April, 1987. I didn't hit the spring break scene. Fuck that. So one Tuesday afternoon I was shooting around and Marty came in. "You didn't go and party in Palm Springs?"

"Fuck no. Not into that scene."
"Same here. Shit, I can get drunk here in the comfort of my own home! That and I had to work!"

Heh. Yeah, the prospect of losing your job would be a deterrent to going to a giant drinking party. Marty worked about ten hours a week in a....oh man, how cliche is THIS going to sound?--a local coffee house that catered to, yup, local college students.

So we were shooting around and he asked how Jilly was. Jilly had really pissed me off a few days earlier--I've forgotten about what, exactly--and had flown back east to visit her parents. Then I asked where The Bitch--er....Carolyn--was. She had gone down to San Diego to see her sister.

So we were shooting around and I said, "Aw, better not overwork that wrist, Marty!"

Bwhahahahaha! I'm terrible.

"Hey, maybe you should be quiet. Wouldn't want to have a sprained tongue when Jill gets back."

FUCKING OWNED! I totally had that coming! But he wasn't done.

"Shot to the tongue, and you're to blame! You give lesbians.....a bad name!"

I was rolling. Any time you can take a song from the great Bon Jovi (Bon Jovi fucking RULES) and turn it into a sexual reference.....you've done something great.

"Hey, I'm not gay, genius," I protested.
"You're not? You DON'T go licky-licky on Jill's pinky?"
"Good grief, call it a pussy like a normal guy would. And yes, I DO. And it's sooooooo good. And she goes licky-licky on mine. Then we dance around, do each other's hair, conduct a Wiccan ceremony, and have a pillow fight."

Good thing we were the only ones in the gym.

"So you're bisexual?"
"Duhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Only took you eight months to figure that out?"
"Well, shit dork, I've never seen you with a guy! Only her! I figured you were gay!"
"Hey, Jilly's my first girl. The rest have been guys."
"The rest?"
"The rest."
"How many?"
"Enough. How many you have before Carolyn?"

He just smiled.

"Oh," I said. Just been her and your hand?"
"Blow me, dyke!"

I just laughed.

We continued to joke around and shoot for awhile. Finally, we had had it and were wrapping it up. He said, "Grab some In N Out?"

Yes. Oh yes. In N Out. Like my husband, I grew up on In N Out, the greatest burger joint ever created. If you get to southern California (or parts of Nevada), GO THERE! Awesome burgers. Awesome shakes. Awesome fries. Awesome service. Mmmmmm......I can still taste the grease.......

Shit, I'm gonna have an orgasm if I keep thinking about it......

So we grabbed some IN N Out and headed over to his apartment. Like most kids at the Claremont Colleges, Marty came from a loaded family and they rented a nice little apartment for him near campus. We had often shot around, grabbed some In N Out, and eaten at his place.

Anyway, I said sure and we both went and showered up. I transformed from tomboy back to girlie-girl and we hopped in his car, got our grub, and went into his apartment.

We were eating and talking when he asked, "Do you miss guys?"

"Sexually?"
"Yeah."
"Yeah. Do you?" I couldn't resist asking, of course.
"Shut up."
"Why do you ask?"
"Just curious."

We continued to talk.

"Why does Carolyn hate me?"
"She doesn't hate you, Alex.."
"Please. I can tell that she can't stand me."
"Honestly, she's never said anything about you to me. I promise."
"Okay. Maybe I'm wrong."
"Maybe she thinks you're a threat or something, you know. Just a little jealous."
"Well, if you thought I was gay, she would too. Why would she be?"
"Yeah, I guess."

The was a weird feel to this conversation.

"Marty, I can't believe I'm asking this, but are you uncomfortable knowing I'm not gay?"
"No, no. You're still the same loser you've always been."
"Okay."
"Well, one thing," he said.
"What?"
"Now it's like, if I ask you something about Jilly, right? Before it was friend to friend. Now, I don't want you to think it's like I'm asking guy to girl, you know?"
"No....not really?"
"I don't want you to think I'm asking because I'm trying to gauge your relationship.....how should I say this.....I don't want you to think I'm hitting on you or anything. Cuz we do joke around a lot."

Then I shot my mouth off without thinking.

"You hitting on me? Yeah, I should be so lucky."

That was an "oh fuck" moment for both of us. I still can't believe I blurted that out.

"Well, it's not like I haven't thought of it....either....", he said.

I kept my gaze down and said, "I've thought about it a lot." More silence. No....I wasn't going to do what I thought I was going to do. I was going to fuck up my first real relationship. How the fuck could I do that? Yeah, Jilly had been driving me crazy. Yeah, I was pissed at her. Yeah, she hadn't called since she left. Yeah, I wanted some dick. Yeah to all that. Still, I couldn't do what I realllllllllyyyyyyyyyyy wanted to do.

Could I?

And what was going through Marty's mind? I think he was asking himself the same questions about himself and Carolyn. He wasn't a dog by any means. They had been seeing each other since they were freshmen. I knew she was good in bed (he had made mention of this quite a bit).

I excused myself to go to the bathroom. And when I finished what I went in there for, I was pulling up my shorts. And as my hands were around the waistband, I remember thinking that I should just leave them off. Why not? They'd be coming off anyway, wouldn't they?.

I finished pulling them up and washed my hands and then looked at myself in the mirror. I remember wondering how on earth could I even be considering this? I should just go. I should leave.

"Why," I thought to myself, "am I not leaving?"

I pulled my t-shirt off. Then unhooked my bra.

"Alex, stop it. Get dressed," said my brain.

I wasn't listening to myself. I slid my shorts and panties off. I stood there completely naked.

"Alex," my brain said, "don't open that door." My pussy was begging me to open it.

My husband references Seinfeld a lot in his blog. It's one of shared passions. When I was on the road, when it came on, we'd watch it together whenever we could. And by together, I mean I'd call him and we'd put our phones on speaker and watch. When we first met, we talked for half an hour about Seinfeld.

So I'm going to reference Seinfeld now.

There's an episode where Jerry's dating an total moron (played by Tawny Kitaen--it probably wasn't a stretch for her, either). On the physical level, he just can't resist. On the intellectual level, she repulsed him. So he was trying to break up with her and the scene flashed to his brain and dick (both played by Seinfeld) playing a game of chess. If the brain wins, Jerry breaks up with her. If the dick wins, Jerry fucks her again. The brain won and Jerry sent her on her way.

Now, this isn't to say that Marty was a moron--far from it. He was an honors student. But my brain was making her best case for me to not do something. My pussy was making her case that I do exactly what I wanted.

Guess who won?

I walked back in, stark naked (is there such a thing as not stark naked?) and Marty's eyes widened. I walked up to him and stood right in front of where he was seated.

"No one can find out, Marty. No one."
"No....no one....."

His hands were all over me. He then stood up and we started kissing.

"Stand up, Marty."

He stood up and I unzipped his pants and started sucking him. I had missed how it felt to have a hard cock in my mouth. And it felt great.

We went into the bedroom and I laid flat on his bed and he went down on me. Soon, I was telling him to fuck me. I told him I was on the pill and he slid his cock into me.

Whoa, baby. THAT felt sooooooooooo good.

It wasn't a long memorable fuck. It was a short, memorable fuck. He was on top and we just fucked hard for a couple of minutes. Soon, I was cumming and Marty came shortly after, with me encouraging him to shoot his cum into my pussy.

After we were done, I cleaned up and jumped into bed with him again. We made out for awhile and I asked, "Wanna go again?" He fingered me while I stroked him until he was hard again. I got on top and this time, it lasted a lot longer than the first one! I came two more times before he came again.

Here's the kicker: he had a date with ol' Carolyn and had to pick her up in about an hour. So I took a quick shower and dried off and got dressed while he showered. Jerry dropped me off at my car on the way. As I got out, I said, "Say hi to Carolyn for me!" He kind of laughed and drove off. I got into my car and drove home.

Marty wasn't what I considered a fuck buddy. He was a friend. And sometimes I fucked my friend. It really wasn't a regular thing, but we did have sex quite a few times.

And he wasn't the only guy, either. But I'd have to say that he was my favorite "clandestine" sex partner.

So about the pictures you're about to see......

One day in March, in 1989, Marty and I went to shoot around early on a Saturday. He had broken up with Carolyn a few months earlier and had started dating a cutie named Emily. Jilly was down in Phoenix for the weekend visiting her aunt and uncle. Emily was at work.

After we were done, we went back to his place. We weren't sure about fucking--we hadn't discussed it--but did the usual In N Out run. We ate and a buddy of ours named Jerry (no, not my current boyfriend) came by.

Jerry was fucking awesome. Easily one of my favorite friends from my college years. So we're sitting there and we started downing some beers. One other thing: Jerry was gay.

At one point, I reached down and scratched an itch on my thigh. Jerry laughed and said, "Man, you can't even keep your hands off your pussy for a minute!"

"Shut up, loser. I had an itch!"
"Shut up yerself, dykie-dyke!"

Marty started cracking up. Jerry smiled and asked what he was laughing about.

I said, "I'm not gay, loser! I like both!"

Jerry reacted like Marty did when I told him: he didn't believe it. I looked at Marty and Marty said, "It's true, dude. She likes guys and girls."

Jerry: "How do you know?"
Marty: "Dude, we've done it quite a few times!"
Me: "Uh huh."

Jerry was in shock. "I thought you were totally gay. Everyone thinks so!"

Me: "Everyone is wrong!"
Jerry: "You two are totally bullshitting me."

Now it's important for the sake of context to remember that we were pretty drunk at this point.

I reached down and stroked Marty's cock, pulled it out, and got him hard and then slid my mouth down and up his shaft and looked at Jerry. "Cock taste good!"

Jerry: "Tell me something I don't know."

As you no doubt know by now, I LOVE being watched. Love it. And soon, well, Jerry grabbed a camera and took some pics. I was pretty buzzed. So were Jerry and Marty. We started fucking on the couch and ended up in the bedroom. Jerry was so turned on (by Marty, no doubt--and I don't blame him a bit for that) that he was trying to jack off while taking pics at the same time. I'd like to add that being fucked by one guy while watching another stroke his dick (gay or not gay) was insanely hot.

After we were done, I panicked. I begged Jerry not to say anything to anybody. I couldn't have Jilly find out. He really did love me and promised not to tell anyone. BUT.....

....he asked to keep the pictures. Said nobody would ever see them. He promised me some copies (which he obviously did).

I got together with Marty a few more times before June. Then he graduated and took a job up in Portland and we lost touch. He majored in Accounting and was originally from Oregon and wanted to move back home.

It was SO funny. He had always had that cute scruffy look I alluded to earlier. When I went to his place to tell him goodbye, he was all shaved with a haircut and everything! Sigh, kinda sucks that college has to end!

I regret losing touch with him. He was kind and he was sweet. I really liked shooting hoops with him, among other things! I hope he and Emily got married, had kids, and have had a wonderful life. He deserved the best.

Sadly, I ended up losing touch with Jerry as well. He graduated from Harvey Mudd that June with a degree in Engineering and took off for Miami. What a wonderful friend. He deserves an entry of his own.

A few months later, Jilly was on her way to New York and I was a wild single chick again (well, officially). As sad as I was to see her go, at least I could play around without worrying about being caught.

Enjoy the pics (don't worry, I was 18 when they were taken!).

Some random pics of me and Marty.