The male gaze.

Platinum blonde, he said to himself, and he chuckled; tobacco brunette. And Chrissy said, “Christ, you’re hot.”

“You’re so fucking hot,” said Brandy.

“My pussy’s wet just looking at you,” said Chrissy.

“My pussy’s soaking,” said Brandy. “Get over here already.”

Hang on a second, he said to himself; not quite so fast. And Chrissy said, “But I’ve never kissed a girl before.”

“You’ll love it!” said Brandy, lying back, opening her arms. “Girls are so soft and sweet. And they know just how you like it. Take off your clothes.”

“Gosh,” said Chrissy, lifting her shirt over her head. “You sure got naked fast.” He said to himself, mm, that’s nice, and Chrissy stopped. “Did you hear that?”

“Hear what?” said Brandy, her hands on Chrissy’s hips, pulling her down. Huh, he said to himself. This has never happened before.

“That!” said Chrissy, twisting in Brandy’s grasp, her nipple slipping from Brandy’s lips with an audible pop. She looked about, one hand up, frowning at the dark corners of the room. “Who’s there?” Oh, come on, he said to himself.

“Baby,” said Brandy, trying to pull Chrissy back down against her. “There’s nobody else for miles around. Come on, girl.”

“I’ve got the creepiest chill all down my spine,” said Chrissy. “Like somebody’s watching us.” She pulled away and sat up.

Get it together, he said to himself, and Brandy said, “But I’m so fucking horny!”

“Geeze,” said Chrissy. “What’s gotten into you?”

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