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clear," I said, trying not to think about what her tits looked like. "You're talking about my dick, right?"
     "Yep."
     "Okay," I said. "I thought that's what you were talking about."
     She leaned back in the car seat as her buzz settled in. "Wow," she said, softly, tipping her head back. Her neck and chest were pale in the dark and her tiny skirt rode up. Her thighs were shiny with some kind of fancy panty hose. "Haven't done this in a while."
     "Do you smoke up in college?" I asked, not daring to look at her. I guessed she had to be a college girl.
     "Once or twice."
     "Where do you go?"
     "I don't. I graduated."
     I wanted to touch her legs. They were so weirdly glossy. Was it Lycra they used or something? "Let me guess," I said. "English Major?"
     She nodded. "I come off as that aimless, huh?"
     "No. I was gonna say sophisticated. What with your dick jokes and all."
     She laughed. "Hey, nothing wrong with dick jokes. Shakespeare was a big fan."
     I offered her the last toke. She shook her head and sank lower on the seat, making her skirt hike up even further. "You made it soggy," she said, as if we'd known one another forever. "Shotgun me instead."
     I didn't know if there was even enough left to do that, but I was sure as hell going to try. I put the joint the wrong way around in my mouth; I could feel the heat of it above my tongue. She turned to face me, her mouth open to receive the smoke, her bared neck white as the moon. I snapped my fingers and she breathed in the smoke from my lungs, mouth to mouth.
     The joint was burning my tongue. I took it out of my mouth and crushed it out in the ashtray. As I straightened back up to flop into my seat my hand kind of landed in the gap between her legs. I was going to pull back but she said 'No,' and grabbed my wrist, so that we were back where we'd been before, only this time she was not only close enough to kiss but I could feel the heat of her against my hand.
     "This isn't fair," I said.
     "What's not fair?" she said, her breath touching my lips, her amazing eyes almost black. She moved her hips barely a fraction of an inch, but it was enough to break my resolve. I cupped her in my hand, her underwear just a thin wisp under the nylon. I saw her throat work as she swallowed.
     "I'm a man," I wanted to say. "I'm a pig. Don't you know we can't control ourselves? Didn't your mother tell you we only want one thing?"
     But I didn't say anything like that; my brain was too fried. Instead I tore her stupid panty-hose open. For a moment I wondered if I was going to get slapped or learn more than I ever wanted about the price of women's hosiery; her eyes were like nothing on earth. Then she mouthed one word - "Please," and it was the work of a second to push her tiny little thong aside and push inside her. She felt like heaven itself.
     "This isn't fair," I said, even as she rocked her hips back and forth against my hand. Our foreheads were touching but we hadn't even kissed yet, which for some reason turned me on all the more. "Because I really want to fuck you."
     I could feel her muscles shiver inside and it was hopeless - I was doomed to be a man-skank for the rest of my days. My thumb found her clit and I rubbed it with slow circles that made her shudder. Her mouth fell open and for a moment she hung there, gently fucking herself on my hand, panting into my open mouth. I kissed her then and felt her moan echo in her throat. "So fuck me," she said.

 Chapter Three
     
    Lacie
     
    Courtney wasn't surprised that night when she caught up with me and found me sans panty-hose, nor was she surprised when I told her I'd slipped in the parking lot and laddered them so bad I had to take them off. It was one of the slight advantages of being me; nobody was ever disappointed in my appearance because I could never stay neat for long.
     "You'll freeze," she said, as if a thin layer of nylon and Lycra had ever done the job of protecting my legs from the elements. "Do you