When I was in high school I used to give this girl a ride home sometimes, this beautiful goofy blonde who lived not far from me. One day, we pulled into the driveway and started chatting like we sometimes did. It was raining and the windows started fogging up. The conversation turned sexual and she started asking me about what guys really enjoy in a blowjob. In hindsight, all the signs were pretty unmistakable that she was hoping for a bit of actual practice, but I'm an ignorant fool very often and so what do I do?
I draw diagrams on the foggy windscreen. Way to tune in, razor-sharp adolescent libido.
I draw diagrams on the foggy windscreen. Way to tune in, razor-sharp adolescent libido.