Carrie

"Carrie hold up a second!"

I stopped and turned back toward him.

"I was wondering if I could take you out for ice cream."

"Sure," I said. "Then you can bring me to that new book store."

I was excited at the prospect of going on a date with him but at the same time a little nervous. O God I thought. He will see my penis then it's all over. I tried to think more pleasant thoughts. Maybe he's bi. He won't care what's between my legs.

Tens of hours fantasizing had led to lost sleep. This slightly red eyed girl had played in bed with one imaginary friend after another. The dildo made with look and feel of a real penis enhanced the imagination.

I was sitting on the living room sofa staring out the bay window when Mark's blue Honda pulled into the driveway. A Saturday evening out was rare for me, and then only with the girls.

Mark stood in the open door.

"Hi handsome," I said grinning.

"Hey," he replied. "Are you ready to go?"

"Yup," I answered.

We walked out the door.

Back home three hours later with my detective novel in it's white Borders shopping bag, I was not ready to count the night finished. I turned to Mark wanting a romantic evening. My lips pressed against his. My arms went around hs shoulders.

"Come inside and stay for a while."

"Sure," he said.

On that note, we walked inside by the front door and down the stairs where I had an HD tv. We sat close on the sofa caressing. He kissed my neck. A second kiss followed then a third and a forth. His lips moved to my cheek. Our lips came together again and this time mouths opened. Our tongues went into each other's mouths.

He withdrew and stared.

"You're looking at my boobs."

As if a little shy, he blushed. Somehow I knew that he would react that way to my comment.

I pulled the medium orchid top over my head and off then reached behind and unfastened the maiden form. With a nudge of the straps it fell onto my lap.