1. Dancing


    Date: 7/23/2015, Categories: First Time, Taboo, Voyeur, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 83, Source: xHamster

    Las Vegas. They'd offered me the same scholarships as everyplace else, which is to say none, so I picked them for the campus fun factor. I mean it's Vegas! It had to be fun! My parents weren't totally thrilled, but they'd been to Las Vegas more than a few times, and it was more f****y oriented now, I guess. At least that's what my dad said, a little grudgingly, although he'd never brought me and my b*****r along. I think he was secretly glad because now he'd have an excuse to go to Vegas once in awhile. He liked blackjack a lot and always complained about the local casinos, the ones on the reservations. He was a good player. Mom just liked Tom Jones. Steve was flying out to Chicago a couple days after I left and it was hard, really hard. Neither one of us had been away from home before, not for more than a couple days at the most. And our parents, well we were the only two k**s they had. Mom always said that having so much good luck the first time around made her a little nervous. She didn't want to push it, but that was just her way of teasing us, telling us she was proud without really saying it. Our mom was one of those women who were sort of distant, you know? Not that she wasn't loving, or a good mom, she was righteous, just that she couldn't always express it out loud. But it was in her eyes every time she looked at us. We got our eyes from her. And her black hair, which was thick and soft. Mine was long and wavy, and Steve's would have been, except he liked it short, ...
    and he looked good that way. We were both attractive like my mom, very attractive, and we'd gotten our dad's outgoing personality and good humor to boot. I was 5'8&#034 tall, Steve just an inch taller, maybe, but you wouldn't know unless we stood back to back barefoot. The same full lips, high cheekbones and pointy chins. I had a mole, a little beauty mark on my upper lip. Steve had a little white scar above his left eye, but it just made him look better when you were close to him. He was an athletic guy too, not muscle bound buff or anything, but solid, very comfortably solid in his build. And confident, God, he just gave you that feeling like whatever he wanted to do, he was going to be good at it. I loved being with him just for that. I was more soft, with nice hips and a narrow waist. Breasts that grew firm and upright and suited my height. I got a lot of looks, and a lot of dates, but I'd never done much more than some heavy petting with my boyfriends. Steve had gone all the way with Nancy, I knew that, and yeah, it made me a little jealous when he'd told me. We didn't have any secrets anyway, and he sure wasn't going to keep that one! He'd been 17 and walking on air, smiling like he'd just won the lottery. One look at him and I knew, and I'd made him tell me everything. We'd lain in his bed and played fifty questions with it. He wouldn't just come out and tell me, he had to make me ask, you know. And I'd closed my eyes, asking him how and where, and most especially why. ...
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