Chloe’s Confessions Part 2 - Sex Stories

Chloe’s Confessions Part 2

... right into, ah sucking on . . .”

I was still having trouble describing things directly, so Gina finished for me. “Let’s be blunt; sucking on his cock. Why don’t you let Jenny have a look and see what her take on it is?”

Jenny was surprisingly calm as I handed the issue over to her. “Sure, I’ll give my opinion on it.” As she first perused the pictures, her eyes widened and then she frowned. But more than a minute went by and she didn’t say anything. Her first words were, “This girl is really attractive I’d say.”

Gina replied, “Did you expect them to use homely women in these things?”

“It’s just that I wouldn’t mind looking like that.”

Gina seemed upset by that. “Jenny – and Chloe too – we are definitely not homely! Get that idea out of your heads.”

“I didn’t mean to imply that we were. You used that word, not me.”

It had already struck me that some care had gone into making that model – who was probably about twenty or so – look as good as possible. Her clothes were appropriate for high summer, and her skin seemed to be glowing. I knew that it was possible to adjust the color of photos, and I thought a bit of orange had been introduced into the skin tones.

Gina said, “Forget what she looks like; notice the way she’s acting. She’s obviously having a whale of a good time. Like in this shot, for example.” I was one of the views from behind, Miss Glowing Blonde had dug her red fingernails into the behind of Mister Naughty Photographer as if to pull him in ...

... deeper. She was also using her white and blue sneaker for leverage.

Gina said, “It’s time we moved this along. It’s just about panty-showing time. And we all know what that is a prelude to, which requires us to take them off.”

I had nearly forgotten the purpose of us being there in the first place, and I was feeling a mixture of arousal and anxiety, with a dash of confusion tossed in. Gina could always read my feelings very well, and she picked up on my emotions. “Chloe, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. But I was hoping that little cup of rum would relax you a bit.”

The booze didn’t seem to be working as intended, and I shrugged. Jenny had to add some of her esoteric knowledge. “I’ve heard that alcohol depresses male sexual response but doesn’t affect females.” She sounded like some kind of clinician, but I don’t know where she got her info from.

Gina took another sip from her cup and put it back on the floor. “It looks like I’m going to have to get this party started since I created it.” Without delay, she yanked her dress above her waist and spread her bare legs. For a short girl, her limbs seemed longer and more shapely than I had expected.

Of course, the main point was to show off her underwear. “Pretty cute, wouldn’t you say?” Her drawers were white with pink polka dots. She got her feet up on the sofa so we could have a good look.

I pulled my courage together, and I pulled my skirt up too. My underwear impressed my companions. Jenny ...