OCC:
Two people for the thread. I'm Wesley, so I need a woman. Wesley is 19, they nice guy that all the girls and women tell everything to and wonder why no girl has ever snagged him. He's not bad looking:
5 feet 9 inches tall.
Sandy brown hair.
Green eyes.
Not hugely muscular, with a bit of a paunch. Mainly that comes from slouching while he walks.
Always smiles and likes laughing.
He dresses nice, but not stylishly.
Still a virgin.
Looking for a woman to play the part of the lady who will teach him the ways of sex. Taking his cherry, slowly teaching him the more adventurous side of sex. The woman could be older than him, or same age.
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IC:
Wesley drove home from work at the supermarket. He'd been there three years and he was getting frustrated. He'd worked his way up to cashier, but he couldn't see himself there the rest of his life. The problem was he couldn't see where he wanted to go from there.
And to make matters worse, he had a raging case of blue balls. There had been some damned sexy women coming through his stand today. It was full-blown summer and a lot of the women were coming in wearing tank tops and no bras, or tanks over their bikini tops and their nipples were poking through. A few had bent over and he'd gotten a good look at their tits. Some big, some small. Some that should have never been seen at all.
He waved at Diana, his neighbor from three doors down. He'd taken out her daughter a few times back in high school. She was nice, but there was just no chemistry between them. Wesley waved at more of his neighbors as he headed home.
"I guess it's just me and Hustler again tonight," he sighed to himself. Or there was that new DVD he hadn't had a chance to watch.
He slammed the car door shut and headed into the house.
Two people for the thread. I'm Wesley, so I need a woman. Wesley is 19, they nice guy that all the girls and women tell everything to and wonder why no girl has ever snagged him. He's not bad looking:
5 feet 9 inches tall.
Sandy brown hair.
Green eyes.
Not hugely muscular, with a bit of a paunch. Mainly that comes from slouching while he walks.
Always smiles and likes laughing.
He dresses nice, but not stylishly.
Still a virgin.
Looking for a woman to play the part of the lady who will teach him the ways of sex. Taking his cherry, slowly teaching him the more adventurous side of sex. The woman could be older than him, or same age.
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IC:
Wesley drove home from work at the supermarket. He'd been there three years and he was getting frustrated. He'd worked his way up to cashier, but he couldn't see himself there the rest of his life. The problem was he couldn't see where he wanted to go from there.
And to make matters worse, he had a raging case of blue balls. There had been some damned sexy women coming through his stand today. It was full-blown summer and a lot of the women were coming in wearing tank tops and no bras, or tanks over their bikini tops and their nipples were poking through. A few had bent over and he'd gotten a good look at their tits. Some big, some small. Some that should have never been seen at all.
He waved at Diana, his neighbor from three doors down. He'd taken out her daughter a few times back in high school. She was nice, but there was just no chemistry between them. Wesley waved at more of his neighbors as he headed home.
"I guess it's just me and Hustler again tonight," he sighed to himself. Or there was that new DVD he hadn't had a chance to watch.
He slammed the car door shut and headed into the house.