After a couple of futile probes, Rick guided his penis to my quivering bottom and thrust forward. I wasn’t about to encourage him anymore, I was giving him sex every other weekend, and that should be enough to keep him satisfied. Sex Rick didn’t acknowledge my presence, but continued talking with Mary Jo. I stared at the first erect male penis I had ever seen. (Author’s note; some of you have asked where fact ends and fantasy begins. I just gave him a mysterious smile and said that it probably would be best if he gave me a little room. After a few more minutes, Rick rolled between my legs and lowered himself over me. I felt his finger began to probe my opening. I told Rick I needed to talk about something in private. He kissed me tenderly as he gently pushed the negligee off my shoulders. Rick rolled between my legs and knelt over me. After a minute or two, I felt him slip out of me. My mother said very little about sex further than teaching me what I had to know before becoming a woman. My theory was that if I could make Rick jealous, I might be able to move our relationship along a little faster.
