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PART 1

It was four in the morning, and it had taken John all night, but he finally found the piece of porn he wanted. It was nothing more than a twenty-second sample clip, but he put it on repeat and watched it over and over and over. In the clip, a guy sucked a shemale's dick, and the shemale came in his mouth. It was the first clip he'd ever found of that specific act, and he wanted to save it, but it was his parents' computer and they might find it. At first he watched just to study it, to see if the guy enjoyed the cum, enjoyed tasting, letting it sit in his mouth, swallowing it down... But after watching it enough, John started to get horny. He imagined the same scenario, but with Alexis as the shemale and himself as the guy. He still had never tasted cum, and he desperately wanted to swallow Alexis', to show her what a good boyfriend he was. Maybe it was the smell, maybe it was the way the girls in porn cringed sometimes when they tasted it, but whatever the reason, he was afraid to even taste-test his own.

But now, watching this guy do to that shemale exactly what he'd been afraid to do... to see him have a look of joy on his face as he let the cum swish in his mouth, cover his tongue... it helped give John that little extra bit of courage he needed.

As John stroked himself, he closed his eyes and imagined sucking Alexis' dick; not just kissing it like he'd done before, but putting the head in, the shaft in, maybe even trying to get the whole thing in, moving his tongue all over it. He imagined himself having a good time... he imagined precum, but he couldn't imagine the taste. He had no idea what it tasted like, but he was starting to precum himself, and it was getting on his hand...

He opened his eyes, and looked down at his dick. He took his hand off and looked at the tips of his fingers. They were wet with precum. He closed his eyes and took the plunge.

He licked his finger.

It was gross!

John couldn't believe how gross it was. He wanted to spit it out. He got up and went to the kitchen sink. He didn't bother to take a glass out and instead just leaned over and drank from the tap.

That wasn't even cum; that was just precum. He couldn't even stand that. How would he ever be able to let Alexis cum in his mouth without gagging, let alone swallow it? How did she do it? She said she liked it. He felt like such a pussy. He couldn't even do something that Alexis did.

He lost his boner, and didn't even feel like finishing up his masturbating. He was way too tired now.

John went back to the computer, closed the clip, and erased the Internet history. Defeated by his taste buds, he turned off the computer and went to bed.

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Alexis, on the other hand, didn't think the fact that John was afraid of cum was a big deal. Someday he would try it, she knew, and even if he didn't like it, so what? They'd only ever done anything really sexual twice: once she went down on him, and once before that he went down on her. That was nothing, really, and there would be plenty more opportunities in the future to experiment.

But if he did ever want to try her cum, she wanted it to taste as good as she could. She looked up how to change the taste, and she discovered it was as simple as eating more fruit and less red meat, so she stuck to that diet as much as she could.

The morning after John's taste test, Alexis got up and went to the bathroom for her morning routine. Before she got in the shower, she stretched out and limbered up, then lay down on the floor and began stroking her dick. She imagined sucking John's dick, and she got hard fast. She loved doing it that one time, and she wanted to do it again as soon as possible.

With her dick hard, she lifted her legs and placed them all the way behind her head. She could do this with ease, even more easily now that she was hitting a new growth spurt. Her dick rested on her tits, which, to her delight, had recently gone up a cup size. She was now a B cup, and they stayed just as perky and round and smooth and firm as they were when they were A size.

She decided to try something new, now that she was looking at her tits. She pushed her dick between them and squished her tits together, then slid them along the shaft of her dick. She tried to think of nothing but the feeling, and she wondered why she saw this happen in porn all the time. It was a nice feeling, she supposed, but it was just flesh on flesh, skin on skin... her dick wasn't inside an orifice.

She decided to correct that.

Letting go of her tits, she let her dick slide out and come closer to her mouth. She took the head of her dick inside, and as always it felt amazing, both to have a dick in her mouth and to have a mouth on her dick. Maybe someday, she hoped, she would get to 69 a guy.

She licked the head with her tongue, rolling her tongue over the whole thing, sucking the foreskin gently.

With greater effort, she bent just a bit more and got an extra inch of her dick in her mouth. Usually this was all she needed, and with the right tongue-work she could make herself cum, but this morning she wondered if she could go any further.

Her back straining, she managed to get more in her mouth, so much that the head of her dick just touched the back of her throat.

She bobbed her head back and forth, letting her dick slide in and out of her mouth, being careful to keep her mouth open enough to not scrape her teeth on her dick, but keeping her lips tight around it.

It felt amazing, and wanted to try putting her dick even further in, down her throat, but this was enough of a strain and her back was hurting. If she didn't hurry up, she might get a back ache to last for hours.

With one hand, she fondled her sac, gently squeezing it and rubbing it. And she felt something she had not felt before - she felt a little bit of hair. Peach fuzz, really, but it was there.

She was getting her pubes.

Damn was she happy. The happiness she felt only added to the enjoyment of sucking her own dick, and she achieved her orgasm, cumming into her mouth. She gripped her sac a little tighter, pulling it a little bit, squeezing it a little bit, not enough to hurt, but enough to add a new dimension to her orgasm; until at last her orgasm ended, and the cum had left her dick completely, and filled her mouth almost to the brim.

She let her legs fall back to the ground gently, and tried to do nothing but taste the cum in her mouth. It really was much sweeter now that she had changed her diet. She guessed it was true what they said, after all.

After a few moments of enjoying the new found flavor of her cum, she swallowed it down, stood up, stretched again, and took her shower.

If John ever tasted Alexis' cum, she thought he might be pleasantly surprised by what he'd taste.

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Nancy began her summer the only way she knew how: by buying a brand new swimsuit to wear everyday at the beach. She wanted a two piece that showed off as much skin as possible, but her mother stopped her from getting a bun-floss bikini. If she could have, she would have just walked to the beach naked every day. She didn't quite understand the concept that hiding the best parts of a woman's body was part of what made a girl sexy.

Nancy wanted to fuck. It was as simple as that. She wanted some guy to put his penis in her pussy. She wanted to know what sex was like. She had just discovered masturbation two days before, and it opened up the world of sexual pleasure to her.

She had been reading one of her mother's trashy romance novels, when she realized that she was truly becoming aroused for the first time. She was aware of her arousal, to a degree, but she wasn't aware that she had her hand down her pants until she needed to turn the page. She had been rubbing her lips and her clit, and when she realized what she was doing, she couldn't even turn the page with that hand, because it was wet.

She had been alone in the house at the time, so she immediately ran to the bathroom and drew a bath. She was so aroused she didn't need the book anymore; all she needed was her own fingers, exploring her pussy, pretty much for the first time. Despite the idea that sex was about putting a penis inside her hole, she never put her fingers inside to see what it was like. Instead, she found clitoral masturbation wonderful in its own right, and after trying out a few techniques, she had her first orgasm.

Just by playing properly with her clit in a hot bath, she managed to make herself shake from the pleasure. As far as she could tell, it was by far the most pleasurable thing she'd ever done. It was way, way better than a rollercoaster. It was also way better than reading romance novels. She didn't even need to imagine a man that first time; her own experimental fiddling was more than enough.

Having successfully cum for the first time, she took a minute to catch her breath, calm her nerves, and wipe the sweat from her brow... and then she continued to masturbate. She played with her nipples, which were hot and stiff and very, very sensitive; she tried sucking her fingers, which did little for her; but mostly, she continued with what worked best. She played with her clit until she came again; and again; and again. By the time she decided she couldn't handle another orgasm today, she had worked her way through seven or eight - she had lost count. When she finished her final orgasm, she was all pruny, and she thought she heard her parents returning from work. She knew she would have to pace herself if she did it again. WHEN she did it again. Like tomorrow.

She let the tub drain and tried to get out, but her legs were so shaky and weak that she couldn't get up. She felt as drained as the tub, and ready to fall asleep. With effort, she turned the shower on, but remained lying in the tub, playing with her nipples just to keep herself from playing with her clit.

When she finally could get up, she took a normal shower, being careful to wash her pussy extra well, but trying her best not to dwell on her clit. Restraint seemed warranted in this situation. She had no idea how she would be able to function if she spent all day, everyday in the tub, letting orgasm after orgasm cripple her. She didn't know if all girls enjoyed it as much as she did, but she could only imagine that sex was better than flying solo, but she couldn't see how.

Now, more than ever, she wanted to discover the pleasures a man could bring to the table.

The biggest problem, of course, was that she was thirteen. Most guys she knew from school either had not yet discovered girls, or had discovered girls, but were too shy to do anything yet. Her last boyfriend had been super shy with sexual stuff.

But she didn't want a boy for a boyfriend; no, she wanted a man, a fully grown, hot, mature, experienced man, who could teach her even more about pleasure than she knew.

All the hot guys went to the beach everyday, where they would expose their chests and legs to the world, getting dark tans, and keeping in shape with volleyball and Frisbee. High school seniors were getting the last of their hometown experience before starting college somewhere far away, or college guys were coming back to relive their youth during the summers.

She wanted some guy like that.

But, at thirteen, she was what people referred to as 'jailbait'. No guy would touch her, not the ones she wanted anyway, because she was so young. She sure wasn't underdeveloped by any stretch of the imagination, but she certainly wasn't full grown yet. She was growing just right to give herself curves and cleavage, but it wasn't all there yet, and no one could possibly mistake her for being legal age. She had only just begun finding hair growing on her crotch. She would have to start shaving that some time.

Her only chance of combating her youth was to show off what she had, so she tried to find a swimsuit that would show off as much of her hips and ass and tits as she could, but her mother objected to almost everything she wanted, before she was even allowed to try anything on. Because, in truth, if she could take a marker and write "PLAY WITH THIS!" above her clit, she would do it in a heartbeat.

Instead, her mother wouldn't allow her to get anything that didn't cover her ass entirely, but she compromised by letting Nancy get a top half that showed maximum cleavage. Nancy decided to settle with that, as she thought her tits were her best feature. As they grew over the past semester (how many bras did she buy?), she would constantly examine them in the mirror, seeing how much they sagged or how perky they were, how they looked all squeezed together, how they looked wet, how they looked in clothes, how they looked it wet clothes... she would even sneak as many peeks at Alexis' tits whenever she could, just to compare. She was extremely happy to report that, while Alexis may have been winning the race for sex, Nancy had better tits.

And they were tits; not breasts or boobs or even funbags (that was such a dumb word). Tits seemed to be the right word to describe was she had. ‘Breasts’ was too medical; ‘boobs’ suggested that they weren't as firm as they really were; so ‘tits’ it was. They were perky things, with the nipples almost looking up to say "Hi! Aren't you going to give us a kiss hello?" And she liked that idea, certainly; if there was one part of her almost as awesome as her clit, it had to be her nipples. If she met a guy that knew how to rub her clit AND her tits just the right way, she would marry the guy before he could pull down his pants.

Her swimsuit top, thankfully, was the kind with strings that could be tightened, and she wanted to be able to tie them so tight her nipples poked through the cloth to announce their presence.

Okay, so the bottom half of the swimsuit wasn't perfect, but if a guy got lost in her tits, the swimsuit would come off soon anyway.

It was going to be a good summer.

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Alexis skated to John's house and asked if he was home. John's mother said he was, and she was glad Alexis had come, because he had been in a funk lately and needed to be defunked. Alexis wondered if John's mother thought ‘defunked’ was common slang today or if she had used it when she was growing up. But more pressing was the fact that John was ‘in a funk’ to begin with. Alexis went upstairs to see him, and found him playing a videogame in his room.

John smiled to greet her, but it seemed forced to Alexis.

"Hi," she said, "wanna go to the skatepark or the beach or something? It's a great day outside."

"I know," John said, half-glumly and half-irritated. "I'm just... not in the mood to be real sociable right now."

Alexis sat down next to him. "Do you want to tell me why?" she asked.

John sighed. "I don't know," he said, "it's nothing... nothing specific."

"You can tell me."

"It’s - nothing - specific," John said through gritted teeth, getting mad fast.

"Okay," Alexis said, feeling a little mad herself now, but she swallowed it down, because getting angry wouldn't help. She decided to change the subject. "Is this new?" she asked, referring to the game.

"Yeah. Got it today. Went to the mall with mom and picked it up. I just needed something new."

Alexis found the case on the floor and read the back of it. It was only for one player. That was the strangest part about it, because every other game John had on his shelf had multiplayer, all sports and racing and fighting games. John almost never played alone, unless he had to unlock special features or something.

"I saw Nancy there," John said after a long pause, "with her mom. She said she was shopping for a new bikini."

Maybe John only mentioned it casually, just to have something to say, but it had a big effect on Alexis in a bad way.

Alexis wasn't jealous of her best friend, and knew that John didn't have a crush on her or anything, so it was really the bikini comment that struck her hard.

The very fact that Alexis wasn't entirely a girl down below put a big damper on the idea of a bikini. She didn't even wear panties because they made her uncomfortable. She preferred to wear boxers, and by extension, boys' swim trunks when she went swimming. If she wore a bikini bottom, her bulge would show, and if the bikini fit around her waistline perfectly, it would be much too tight at the crotch. And if she went to the beach wearing a girls' bikini bottom, there was no doubt that she would get some stares. She didn't like to think that she was embarrassed by her anatomy, but to practically show it off it public was something beyond embarrassment.

Alexis thought that the bikini comment was really what John's problem was. John would never get to see Alexis in a bikini, because she just didn't have the proper parts for it. She wanted to show off her body to John, to see him get a hard-on just from looking at her curves, but she couldn't wear girly undergarments to please him with. Even if she decided to do it special just for him, it wouldn't look sexy at all; it would just look stupid, because her penis was sure to poke out of it, and she thought John would find that way more of a turn-off than a turn-on.

The thoughts raced in her head, and before she could think of the proper thing to say, she blurted out "Do you hate me because I'm different?"

She did not mean to say that, and regretted it instantly.

"What?" John said, forgetting about his game immediately. "What do you mean? I love you. You know that. I love everything about you. I'm just in a bad mood today. It's absolutely not about you."

"Please, John, what is it about? Can you tell me?" Alexis was ready to cry. She hated having a penis at this moment, and she felt frustrated and helpless because she couldn't change that fact.

John put the controller down and took Alexis' hands. "Look, it's... I love you..."

"I love you too... I just want to fix what's wrong."

"You can't... it's... nothing you can fix..."

John kissed her, because he didn't know how else to handle the tears brimming in her eyes. But it didn't help this time. Instead, they just burst forth, which just made their kisses sticky. Alexis loved to be kissed, and she loved John's kisses, and she didn't want to ever lose them, but despite John's assurances, she thought she was the problem.

John wanted to keep kissing her, just to distract her, but she pulled away and insisted on answers. "Please tell me the problem," Alexis said.

John didn't want to admit his own faults, but the truth was the only thing that would get her tears to stop, or at least he hoped so.

"It's the same problem we've discussed before," he finally said.

"The taste?"

"Yes. But it's not your fault. It's mine, and I'll deal with it, and I'll get over it on my own. It's not something you have to worry about."

"But it IS my fault. If I didn't have... if I was a normal girl..."

"Don't say that. I love you the way you are. I love you despite that."

Alexis sniffed and wiped her cheek. "I wish I wasn't like this."

"I don't. I think what you have makes you unique, and it makes me love you more because you are a lot stronger than other girls. Because you're different, you're better than everybody else."

"You're lying."

"No, I'm not, Alexis," John said. "I asked you out, remember? I kissed you that first time. I... I was the one that moved us along in our relationship, you know, that way. You never have to worry about your body getting in the way of what we do."

Alexis turned off the tap in her eyes and sniffled again. "I guess you're right. I just don't like seeing you in a bad mood and knowing it's because of me."

"Alexis, it's NOT because of you. I guess I can't tell you that enough. I - love - you - Alexis. Okay?"

"Okay."

"Now let's go to the skatepark or the beach or something. It's a great day outside."

Alexis laughed a little bit. "Okay," she said, "but no halfpipe."

"No halfpipe. Promise," John said, and sealed his promise with another kiss.

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PART 2

John had a wonderful wet dream.

In the dream, he and Alexis were at the skatepark in the middle of the night. No one else was around. There was no moon or stars in the sky, so the only light came from one street light that was quite a ways away, so they could barely see each other. Both of them were naked except for their footwear, but the night was warm and humid, so they were sweating.

They rode to the center of the skatepark, and Alex mimicked each tricked John flipped with precision. In fact, Alexis performed the tricks flawlessly, while John felt like he was flailing and having a hard time, like the board would barely respond to his footwork.

Then Alexis flipped the board in some way John had never seen before. John tried to copy Alexis, but could no longer even ollie without messing up. He felt frustrated and anxious, but most of all embarrassed that he could not do something his girlfriend could do.

Alexis did the trick again, and again, over and over, to show John how it was done, but John stopped paying attention to the board and started paying attention to the way Alexis' breasts bounced and her penis flapped as her body went airborne and came down again.

Seeing her slippery body move like that made him hard. And even though Alexis was not looking at John, her penis mimicked his, and got hard simultaneously.

John got off his board and walked toward Alexis. Alexis stopped performing the flip, but stayed where she was. She let John come to her, and when he was close enough, she closed her eyes and opened her mouth a little, waiting for a kiss.

John kissed her, and hugged her, and felt her nipples get hard against his chest. Their penises rubbed against each other, and John could feel Alexis' precum dribble onto his penis, and when he broke the kiss and looked down, he saw he was dripping onto hers.

John got to his knees, and after a moment or two, licked her dick. The precum tasted tart, but refreshing, like unsweetened lemonade. He didn't find it bitter at all. He licked her dick further, then took a hand and pulled back her foreskin. The head of her dick glistened with precum.

He licked that, then submerged her head in his mouth, sucking it gently. Precum filled his mouth like the flow wouldn't stop, and before he knew it, his mouth was full, and he had to swallow.

Alexis was breathing heavily, panting, whining just a bit like she was trying to hold in an orgasm.

John looked up to see Alexis' breasts heaving, and then the dream abruptly changed.

They were still in the night-skatepark, but John was now lying on his back, on his skateboard, but it felt like a mattress. Alexis was on top of him, and they were in the 69 position. Alexis dug right in and sucked John's dick with gusto, slurping right along, letting her tongue slide along the top of his dick, and drooling all over him.

John sucked Alexis' dick, trying to match the energy she had for his. He bobbed his head back and forth, but soon he didn't need to as much because Alexis began moving her hips, so she was controlling the motion. John opened his mouth and let her fuck it to her liking, but she would not let him do the same. She controlled everything, and all John could try to do was slide his hands over her body.

The quality of light changed, and it became brightened very quickly, but it didn't really matter to John. What mattered was that he was about to cum. But in his dream, he didn't cum. Alexis came, but he felt her orgasm. Cum squirted onto his tongue, and it tasted just like the precum, but goopier. He enjoyed the taste, and let it sit on the front of his tongue as long as he could.

It was just at this point, when Alexis shot the second pulse of cum, that John suddenly awoke and realized that he was cumming in his own bed. He quickly put his hand in his boxers to prevent anything from getting stained, but he could not stop his own orgasm.

Cum burst into his hand, and got all over his dick and his waist.

As his orgasm faded, John rubbed the cum with his fingers. He tried to grab what he could, then took his hand out of his boxers and brought it to his face.

Almost by instinct, partly by desire, he licked his hand.

He was more revolted than he was two nights before when he had licked his own precum. It tasted nothing at all like he dreamed it tasted.

At this point John finally opened his eyes, and tried to get out of the bed without getting any cum on his sheets. His boxers were wet with ejaculate, but there was nothing he could do about it now.

He went to the bathroom and wiped as much cum off his boxers as he could with toilet paper, then showered, cleaning himself up.

Before the shower was over, he had forgotten what the dream was about, except for some lingering doubt and anxiousness.

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Nancy masturbated and came three times before she forced herself to stop so she could go to the beach with her friends. She didn't want to spend her summer pleasuring herself, of course; she wanted some hot older guy to pleasure her instead.

She tried inviting Alexis, but was secretly relieved when Alexis told her she planned on spending the day with John if she could. Although Alexis was Nancy's best friend, Alexis did already have a boyfriend, and Nancy wanted to go to the beach with girls who had similar interests to her own, namely, find a new boyfriend.

Nancy ended up going to the beach with three other friends and her brand new swimsuit. One thing she was grateful for was that none of her friends showed her up in the revealing swimwear department. Who of the four of them was the hottest or cutest was up for debate.

Kelly was a wavy-haired brunette with bright big eyes and a shy smile; Amber was a skinny girl with baby-soft, mocha-colored skin and cute dimples; and Jennifer was a shy, black-haired girl with glasses and two braided pig-tails almost down to her ass.

All four girls knew each other from school, and were friends particularly because they all had the same interest: men. Their tastes ran the gamut from Leo DiCaprio to Sylvester Stallone, but they could all agree that their age group had slim pickings, and they wanted to have adult experiences as soon as possible. Even Jennifer, who was by far the most underdeveloped, expressed a desire to see what was between a man's legs.

Each of the girls had secretly discovered masturbation right around the end of the previous school year, with Nancy last, but though men was a prime topic for them, their own sexuality never came up. Kelly popped her own cherry with her mom's vibrator; Amber wiggled her fingers around inside her butt; and Jennifer found that playing with her nipples made showering a thousand times more fun.

But although each girl had started learning their own techniques, it was only Nancy who had had an orgasm. Kelly thought she had had one, but wasn't sure; Amber stopped fingering her ass whenever she came close; and Jennifer didn't even know girls could have orgasms.

Nancy really wanted to discuss her findings with the others to see if they enjoyed masturbation as much as she did, but she didn't know how to broach the subject, and besides, now was not the time. Now was the time to play two-vee-two beach volleyball and hope the ball might get sent into a cluster of hot guys.

Each girl, although nervous about trying to impress guys, was at the top of her form. It was a day of perfect serves, hard spikes, and magnificent diving saves. The girls didn't bother to keep score; they just played until one of them got tired, then they would swim out to a secluded area of the ocean and discuss the guys they saw, and what guys looked at them back. There were mainly three groups of guys that watched them: one group consisted of a few guys that discussed the skill of the girls rather than their looks, so Nancy guessed that these guys might have been sports nuts and thought of the girls as too young to be attractive; a second group of guys eyed them, but tried to look casual, as if each of the guys secretly wanted the girls, but were embarrassed to tell the other in their group; and the only other guy that noticed them was an older, hairy, chubby guy that sat alone in a beach chair, pretending to read a book but obviously staring at them, or more particularly staring at Jennifer. It made Jennifer feel very uncomfortable, but the other girls were mildly jealous. "At least you've got someone who clearly wants you, even if the guy is gross," one of the girls pointed out to her.

Nancy couldn't understand why the guy that was too old and hairy and chubby would take such a liking to Jennifer. Jennifer had barely hit puberty, and really showed no signs of it. She was flat-chested and had no curves to speak of. Jennifer wasn't even wearing a bikini; she was just wearing a navy blue one-piece that that showed absolutely nothing. If anything, it seemed to Nancy that Jennifer had the least to offer of anyone, but she didn't tell anyone that. It would be mean to mention that, so instead she just tried to help Jennifer's ego along like the other girls did.

Jennifer still thought the guy was gross, and nobody blamed her for not going near him. But they did think it was a little odd when she said she needed to leave because her parents wanted her home. In truth, Jennifer was way, way too uncomfortable with that guy looking at her, even when she was treading water far out with the other girls. That guy couldn't take his eyes off her, and Jennifer got too creeped out by the staring. She went home but didn't tell anyone about the guy, and the other girls forgot about him as soon as he stopped looking in their direction, since Jennifer had left the group.

With only three to their group now, they tried playing more volleyball, hoping some hot guy might ask to join them to complete the game, but when that didn't happen, they got bored quickly and decided to try again tomorrow.

Amber left soon after, and Nancy and Kelly decided to go for one last swim before going home to wash off the sand.

When they got away from the crowd, Kelly decided she had to speak up. "Nancy, I have to ask you a question," she said, "and I don't know if I can talk to the other girls."

"What's up?"

"Promise you won't tell anyone, not even Amber?"

"Yeah, I promise."

"Okay. Don't answer if you don't want to, but... have you ever... you know, tried, um, sexual things? Like, with your last boyfriend?"

"No," Nancy said, "but I did want to."

"Good," Kelly said, relieved at this news.

"He... he was always too nervous, but I tried to do stuff with him anyway. I stopped seeing him before we did anything more than kissing."

"Oh, I'm sorry. So, have you ever tried, anything, you know, with yourself? I mean, alone?"

"OhmygodKelly,yes! Just the other day I started, you know... in the bath..."

"That makes me feel a whole lot better. I thought I was the only one."

Nancy laughed. "No, you're not the only one."

"If you don't mind me asking, what exactly do you do, in the bath?"

"Well, I... I play with my clit," Nancy said in a whisper.

"What's that?"

"What's that?" Nancy said, incredulous. "It's the... thing... above your vagina, you know..."

"The what?"

"Look, it's the... do you mind if I touch yours to show you? I mean, that was a weird question -"

"No, no, go ahead."

Nancy looked a little embarrassed, but glided over to Kelly in the water, and touched Kelly's waistline with her fingers. She put her fingers down Kelly's bikini bottom, and felt for the clit. When she found it, she said "Do you feel that?"

"Yeah," Kelly said.

"That thing. I play with that all the time. You have no idea who good it feels."

"Oh. I, you know, stick my fingers inside, and get, you know, stuff, um, objects, and use them like it was a guy's, you know..."

"I don't even put anything inside, I just play with this," Nancy said, still touching Kelly's clit, now rubbing it with her thumb automatically, not even realizing what she was doing.

"I should try it. Can you show me how you do it?"

"Sure, um, just watch through the water I guess," Nancy said, looking down to make sure the water wasn't too opaque. Nancy then took her hand out of Kelly's swimsuit and slid down her own so her clit was exposed. She then began rubbing it, trying to enjoy the feeling even though she felt weird doing it in a public place and being watched.

But it didn't take much to make her get horny. She just pictured Johnny Depp playing with it instead of herself, and she began to feel warmer all over. She closed her eyes and stopped treading water and started to float, letting her legs brush up against Kelly's. Kelly kept Nancy from floating away by holding her thighs, and brought Nancy closer so their bikini bottoms were rubbing together.

Nancy made soft ooh noises and started to shiver in the water. Kelly watched Nancy's clit with interest, but looked up at Nancy's face a couple times to make a mental note that she was enjoying herself way more than Kelly ever did.

Nancy had an orgasm in short order, and Kelly could feel Nancy's legs shake in her hands. It was a small orgasm, nothing compared to any of her previous efforts, but she still got the point across. It felt amazing.

With a couple moments to cool down, Nancy went back to treading water so Kelly didn't have to hold her anymore.

"Wow," Kelly said, "you look like you really got into it."

"Oh, boy, do I. What do you do?"

"Well, it's hard to do with just my hands, but I'll try."

Kelly slid her bikini bottom all the way off and had Nancy hold onto it. Nancy took it, and then gripped Kelly to make sure that she didn't go floating away like Nancy had almost done. Nancy saw that Kelly had a little more hair growing down there, but wasn't sure if she was jealous or not.

Kelly slid her fingers between her lips, rubbing her pussy slowly, before sticking her a couple fingers inside.

"I normally do something like this, you know, but with a... thing so it's easier. It's not that great right now, but usually it feels pretty good. It's weird to do it in public, but, you get the picture."

"Can I try?"

"On me? Ummm... I guess so. That might be easier, sure."

Kelly took her own fingers out of her pussy as Nancy let her own slide in. Nancy felt around inside Kelly's pussy, rubbing the walls, then asked, "Hey, where's your, you know, cherry?"

"Huh? Oh, I popped it. You still have yours?"

"Yeah. I've never done this to myself. I thought you only lost it the first time you had sex."

"Well, yeah, if you don't do it yourself. If I use something that's just like a penis, it's gonna pop my cherry just like a penis," Kelly said, but she giggled each time she said 'penis.'

Nancy pushed her fingers in a little further, exploring Kelly's pussy, until she rubbed against something that made Kelly practically jump in the water.

"Do that again," Kelly said.

"Do what?"

"You just hit a spot, do it again."

"Umm... let me try."

Nancy rubbed in a couple spots, but quickly found that area again that Kelly really liked.

"That feels really good," Kelly said. "I'm going to have to remember that next time I do it myself. Keep rubbing there."

"I think we found your g-spot," Nancy said.

"My what spot?"

"Geez, Kelly, you got to get up on the lingo. Your g-spot. I read that the clit and the g-spot are the two best things to make a girl have a - orgasm."

"Yeah? Oh, rub it just like that. Harder though."

Nancy did as she was told, and Kelly started to breathe heavier. She was feeling hot and a little faint, and thought she knew exactly how Nancy had felt minutes earlier.

"How does that feel?" Nancy asked.

"It's... it's... oh man that feels..." Kelly couldn't finish, because she was hit with her first orgasm, which made her nearly double over and take in water. Nancy held her up, but continued to rub her g-spot until Kelly hand to push Nancy's hand away to get control of herself. Kelly tried to calm down, which took much longer than it took Nancy previously. "I need to go home and do it myself," Kelly said.

"I might want to, too," Nancy said.

"That... was... I think that was my first orgasm... I mean I thought I'd had them before, but I guess not... nothing like this at least. Whew."

"Feels awesome, huh? I'll definitely see if I can do that, and if I can, I'll tell you which one feels better - clit or g-spot, I mean."

"So will I," Kelly said. "You think we should tell the other girls? I wonder what they do."

"Sure, but we have to be discreet."

"Be what?"

"Didn't you ever pay attention in English class? Discreet - showing self-restraint or modesty."

"You mean don't ask them point blank if they ever orgasm."

"Pretty much," Nancy said. "Oh! Put your bikini back on!"

"Ooh, thanks," Kelly said, and took her bikini bottom back. Nancy herself almost forgot to pull hers up before swimming back to shore.

The girls walked off the beach together, trying to discuss the intricate details of clit versus g-spot orgasms, but failing miserably. It was one of those things that couldn't be described in words. They would just have to experience them both and find out for themselves.

---

As Nancy played volleyball and tried to make eye contact with hot older guys, Alexis went to John's house to see if he was home. They hadn't done anything sexual for a while, and she wanted to have some fun with him. She figured that if she had a boyfriend, why should she have to masturbate alone? She only hoped that John wasn't in a bad mood, or that might start of the waterworks like it had a couple days ago. She didn't want let her emotions out again, because once she started, she didn't know how to stop. She didn't want to face the conflict she had with herself, so her best distraction would be to have some fun with John.

There were no cars in John's driveway, so she figured it was a safe bet that his parents weren't home. Then again, there was also a good chance he wasn't home, either.

But Alexis rang the doorbell anyway, and John answered it after a minute.

"Hi," John said. He seemed to be in a much more sociable mood today, but below the surface was something else. Today, Alexis chose to ignore it.

"Hi. You look wet."

"I just took a shower. I woke up late."

"Squeaky clean?"

"Yep."

Alexis put her arms over John's shoulders and spoke seductively: "Well, I want to get you dirty again."

John chuckled. "Don't do that. You sound like you're from one of those pornos we watched that time."

"Yeah? Well I'm in the mood to act like it, so get right back out of those clothes you just put on."

"Yes ma'am," John said, and pulled Alexis inside. He knew he had just had a wet dream, but he figured since he hadn't been able to masturbate properly in awhile that he would have reserves. And dammit, the invitation was all he needed. He wanted do all the things couples are supposed to do.

John led Alexis right up to his room, where he closed the door and practically threw Alexis onto the bed. He climbed on top of her and they got right to smooching. They locked lips and licked tongues, forgetting about their troubles and living in the moment.

Neither of them wanted this to be lovey-dovey; they wanted it all to be about physical pleasure: no taking their sweet time, just getting right to the action.

John sat up and took his shirt off, and Alexis stayed down, but took of her shirt just as quickly. John threw their shirts on the floor and dove back in, groping Alexis' tits and sucking her tongue out of her mouth.

Alexis could barely breathe, and that was exactly how she wanted it. She wrapped her arms around John, shoving one hand down the back of his pants to grab his ass.

When John stopped kissing Alexis for a moment to catch his breath, Alexis said "Suck my nipple. I loved it when you did it last time."

John didn't need to be told twice. He pushed her bra up and planted his face into one of her tits, letting his left hand continue to play with the other. He took as much of her breast into his mouth as he could and licked her nipple and areola, sliding his tongue all over it.

Alexis took John's free hand and sucked the fingers. She wanted to suck his dick, but fingers were acceptable as long as he kept up playing with her tits.

Both of them had hard-ons fighting to get out, so John took his left hand away from Alexis' breast and tried unbuttoning his jeans, keeping his mouth on Alexis' tit. When he finally got the button undone he had just as hard a time getting the zipper down, then worked on doing the same for Alexis' jeans.

John had to sit back up to remove his jeans and boxers, so Alexis quickly took the chance to take off her bra and start to slide her own pants down. John didn't give her enough time to fully get her jeans, instead opting to pounce on her once more, bringing his mouth onto her other breast.

Alexis' hard-on poked through the hole in her boxers, and rubbed against John's. John began to move his hips, sliding his dick and balls over Alexis' dick, as if he were trying to fuck what should have been there. Alexis didn't see it like that; she just loved the feeling of John's hard cock sliding against hers.

Alexis moved her own hips to double the amount of sliding going on below, but brushed her hands through John's hair to let him know his mouth was doing the best work.

John allowed one of his hands back up to Alexis' mouth so she could suck it. At first he thought he was doing it for her, because he knew she wanted something to suck on, but he realized soon that he liked having his fingers sucked. Not as much as his dick, of course, but finger sucking was pretty nice.

John licked and sucked Alexis' tits just as she sucked his fingers, and they sure were happy with that arrangement, bringing each other close to climax, letting precum dribble on each others' cocks.

"Take my pants and boxers off," Alexis moaned. She wanted to be as naked as John was, to let her privates completely free to rub all over his.

John got up and ripped Alexis' jeans off her feet, then slid her boxers down and did the same to them. John momentarily thought of sucking Alexis' dick, but seeing how much precum was soaking it - both hers and his - he decided to skip it for now and go back to what he was doing.

With one dick sliding over the other, and balls sliding over balls, fingers in her mouth, and a mouth on her tits, it was too much pleasure for Alexis to handle. She moaned again, and her dick spasmed, shooting cum all over her privates, John's privates, and their waists.

John felt her hot cum all over him, and he was thrilled that she came. It was almost enough to make him cum, as well, but he held it to make it last as long as he possibly could.

Which wasn't long, because he finally had his own orgasm when Alexis gave him the breathless command "Cum on me."

John sat right up and looked at the beautiful girl lying before him. He grabbed his cum-covered dick and gave it five quick strokes before he shot his own cum onto Alexis' stomach. His knees felt weak and he could barely hold himself up through the whole orgasm, but he managed to see himself through it before almost falling over.

"Give me your hand," Alexis said, and John offered his clean hand. "No, the other one," she said, and John offered it. Alexis took his hand, and licked the cum off, closing her eyes and smiling with every swallow.

John took this as a cue to repay the favor, even though Alexis didn't mean it like that. He put his face up to her stomach and, with a grimace, licked the cum up. Alexis did not notice the faces he made as he swallowed it down. All Alexis knew was the pleasure in feeling John's tongue slide over her stomach, across her waist (which made her shiver), and finally down to her dick.

John licked Alexis' now-flaccid dick and balls, cleaning all the cum off them as best as he could, but not enjoying it in the least.

"Are you eating the cum?" Alexis asked.

"Yes," John said, trying to sound more pleased than he was.

"I'm so happy for you," Alexis said, "but it's my turn to clean you off."

John sat up, and Alexis rolled onto her stomach, putting John's cock in front of her face. She licked the cum off his privates first, but then got into the sucking motion of it, and kept sucking his soft dick even when it was clean.

John watched her suck him this time. He wanted to see it as well as feel it, especially now that he wasn't worried about cumming too soon, considering he had already cum once.

The nasty taste in his mouth wouldn't go away, though, and he couldn't get his dick back up again for another round. But he let Alexis suck it anyway, because she was getting into it, even though it wasn't hard.

Alexis was almost on autopilot, in a dream world where all that mattered was having a dick in her mouth. All she wanted was to feel that dick get hard in her mouth, to have it orgasm again, but this time to cum straight onto her tongue. It took her a little while to realize that the dick wasn't getting hard, because playtime was over.

She was a little disappointed, but she didn't show it. Instead she looked up at John and said "We should do this way more often."

"We should," John agreed. He wanted to cum on her way more often; he just didn't want to taste cum so often. He had no idea how this was going to work out.

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PART 2.5

John and Alexis were drained from their sexual exploits and took a brief nap on John's bed. They lay next to each other naked, with John's arm over Alexis, resting just under her breasts.

John woke first, after only a few minutes, but let Alexis sleep on. He watched her sleep, in awe of his grand luck that such a beautiful, wonderful girl would love him and be with him. He had no thoughts right now of the problems associated with sex with Alexis, just that he loved the sexy things they did, despite that one aspect he didn't like. He would suffer through swallowing cum if it was what Alexis wanted, if it was what proved to Alexis that he was a good boyfriend. Maybe, in time, he might learn to like it.

But for now all that mattered was seeing the cutest girl he'd ever met sleeping in his bed. He watched her breasts lift as she breathed, heard that same soft breath escape her lips, and he wanted, more than anything, to keep this moment forever.

But like all moments, this one left much too fast. Alexis stirred and opened her eyes. Seeing John next to her, she smiled and said "Oh, good, I didn't dream that."

"Nope," John said, and kissed her. Now that the hard and fast sexy stuff was over, John let this kiss linger, to keep this kiss as sensual as he could. This kiss meant that he didn't just want her body, he wanted her love, and he would always give her his love.

When that kiss ended, as all kisses must, Alexis sat up and looked around for her clothes, which where thrown all over the room. She touched her stomach, waist, and privates, and felt that, despite being cleaned with John's tongue, her skin was still sticky.

"I'll be right back," Alexis said, and got up from the bed.

"Where you going?" John said. He probably could have guessed the answer if he wasn't using all his brain power to stare at his girlfriend's perfect figure.

"To the bathroom. I have to clean myself up."

"Can I help?" John asked. His head was only half aware of what she said and what his responses were.

"Umm, ok," Alexis said. At first she wasn't sure what to make of John's suggestion, but then figured it must be a compliment of sorts, because, in truth, he just didn't want her to leave his sight.

John got off the bed and followed Alexis into the bathroom, looking at her ass on the way. Of everything he done with Alexis, he had spent the least amount of time with her ass. It was smooth and round and all around delectable.

Alexis took a washcloth and wet it under the faucet, making sure it wasn't too cold for her sensitive regions.

John stood behind her and put his arms around her waist, letting his dick press up against her ass crack. John’s dick and waist, too, were sticky, but Alexis didn't care; she just liked to feel John's body against hers. He took the washcloth from Alexis' hands and began to rub her belly with it gently, soaking the last remnants of cum off her body.

He slid the washcloth along her waist, where Alexis had a fit of shivers, then down to her dick, where he spent extra time stroking it, making sure the head and foreskin were as clean as could be. Finally, he reached under her dick and cleaned her balls, rolling them around carefully, sliding the washcloth underneath and all around to get every possible area.

He wasn't even aware that he was getting a hard-on until Alexis put her hands on the sink and pushed up further against him, standing on her toes and bending over slightly.

John didn't realize he had it in him to get a boner so soon after cumming, but he wasn't complaining.

He put the washcloth down and slid his dick between Alexis' legs until he was completely hard. He held Alexis' hips and moved his own so he could slide his dick back and forth between Alexis' legs, sliding against her taint and letting his head tap her sac.

Alexis took the washcloth in one hand and put it back under the faucet to soak it again. She brought the hot washcloth to her breasts and washed them gently, making them glisten. She closed her eyes and began to moan, yet her dick remained flaccid. She was not enjoying this in a sexual way as much as seeing it as emotional love put in motion.

John was seeing it as both love enacted and a sexual act. Part of him wanted to do this forever, just as he had wanted the kiss to last forever, but another, animal part of him wanted to have another orgasm, to fully deplete himself for the day. But despite how beautiful this looked, how wonderful it felt, John wasn't sure he could cum just from this. He could keep it hard, he was sure, but if he didn't do something different for the next hour he'd probably get blue balls. He wasn't sure if he wanted to keep doing this or try something else to get himself off. Alexis was enjoying this too much for him to only think of himself.

Then the memory hit him of earlier when she was trying to suck his dick even though he couldn't get it up. She said she loved to suck dick, and wondered if that might be an acceptable substitute for both of them.

John let his dick slide out from between Alexis' legs, and briefly slid his dick along her ass crack while Alexis let herself fall back on the heels of her feet.

John leaned over and whispered in Alexis' ear "Do you want to suck it?"

"Yes," Alexis breathed. "I love to suck it."

John gently removed the washcloth from Alexis' grip and set it in the sink. He then led Alexis through the motions of turning around and getting to her knees. Alexis kept her eyes closed and let John slide his dick into her mouth before she began to bob on it, licking it, rolling her tongue over it, tasting the precum as it dribbled into her mouth.

Alexis loved the taste of cum, but she didn't want to taste it now, because all she wanted to do was keep John's solid cock in her mouth forever. For Alexis, sucking John's dick was an experience in itself, to have her mouth full of someone else, especially someone else's cock, and most especially the cock of someone she loved.

Alexis put her hands on John's ass cheeks for leverage, then tried to fit more of his dick into her mouth. His head touched the back of her throat, but she tried to get it a little further. She wanted to be able to get the entire thing inside, every last bit.

But she couldn't. She gagged, and coughed, and had to back away for a moment.

"You okay?" John asked. He had been in absolute heaven until he heard Alexis cough. He never wanted to hurt her, even indirectly, so the sound of her gagging snapped him back straight to reality.

"I'm okay," Alexis said, "I just know not to go that far anymore." She licked the length of his dick, then said "but I want to."

"You can try it, but I don't want you hurting yourself."

"Okay."

Alexis tried to get it all in again, and again she gagged. She tried it one last time, but still could not, and eventually gave up on it. She would have to practice that by herself later.

Instead, she slipped John's dick mostly out of her mouth, until only the head stayed inside. She sucked on that, bobbing ever-so-slightly, letting her tongue dart and dance all over it.

John began to lose his balance, so he spread his legs a little and placed his hands on the sink and leaned on them. He was building up to an orgasm, but Alexis seemed to be toying with him just right, so he felt like he should be in the next second, but never actually making it. John made grunting noises, trying to will himself to cum instead of being in this perfect state of bliss. If he stayed in this place, the world could fall down around him and he wouldn't care.

Alexis kept it up, though, almost torturing John without realizing that she was doing so. She just loved the delicate dance she was doing with her tongue on the head of John's dick, and it would be a wonderful substitute until she learned to take his whole dick in her mouth without gagging.

It was only the slightest of changes Alexis made that finally brought John to climax. It could have been any deviation at all, but in this case it was no more than Alexis swallowing the saliva that was collecting in her mouth that did it.

John grunted quite loudly, and finally his dick pulsed and cum shot out. It wasn't much perhaps, but it was plenty to make Alexis smile. She continued to dance her tongue around the head, even as cum filled her mouth.

It didn't last, though, because John's dick became way too sensitive as he came, and his body finally reacted, shooting his hips back and taking his dick out of Alexis' mouth. One final small rope of cum shot from his dick, and landed right in Alexis' open mouth. If they were shooting a porno, that would have been in slo-mo. It felt like slo-mo to John, who watched it happen.

Alexis hadn't been watching, because her eyes were closed, but she felt it smack her tongue. She closed her mouth and let John's cum sit there for a moment so she could savor the taste, before finally swallowing it down.

She tried to go back to sucking John's dick just as she had been, but his dick convulsed each time her lip touched it. She couldn't suck his dick anymore right now; it would have to wait until he was ready again, when his dick was not so sensitive, and perhaps when he had reloaded his supply of ejaculate.

For now, Alexis opened her eyes and looked up at John. He was wild-eyed and gasping, as if he had just barely escaped a fifteen-car pileup.

"You... how... that..." John stammered.

Alexis giggled. "You likey?"

John nodded.

"Do you want me to clean it for you, like you did for me?"

John shook his head. "I don't know if it can recover enough to ever have a washcloth on it again. That was like... I can't describe it... like you kept me in that Point of No Return forever."

"'Point of No Return'?"

"That point when you know you're gonna cum and there's nothing you can do to stop it, but it hasn't quite started yet."

"I did?"

"Uh-huh."

"Wow," Alexis said. She had been so lost in her own little world that she didn't notice what John had been dealing with.

"Yeah."

"That's... wow. I wasn't even trying or anything."

"Well, whatever you did, do it again - but next time, not now. I couldn't handle it right now."

"Okay," Alexis said, standing up.

"You... your... you don't have an... erection..." John said, disconcerted by this fact.

"I know, I'm not horny right now. That was all just... well, I don't know exactly what it was. But don't worry, I loved it. I love sucking your dick, whether I'm horny or not."

"Really? You don't have to be horny to want to do that?"

"Do you have to be horny to skateboard? It's like that. It's just something you get in the mood to do."

John kissed her. "Like I'm not horny but I love kissing you."

Alexis kissed him back. "Exactly."

"Hm. I guess I get it. Speaking of skateboarding, wanna go?"

"Sure, we may want to get dressed first."

"If only we didn't," John said wistfully, suddenly remembering his wet dream.

---

After going to the beach with her friends and discovering new ways to masturbate with Kelly, Nancy decided to try to find her own g-spot at home.

She made herself a bath and played with her clit a little to get herself in the mood, which didn't take much at all. She had to force herself to stop and move on, or she would never get to finding her g-spot.

She rubbed her pussy lips for a short time, then took the plunge and popped the tip of one finger into her pussy. She felt her hymen immediately, but knew that Kelly's g-spot was beyond that. The natural hole in her hymen was certainly large enough for a finger, but Nancy wasn't sure she wanted to risk breaking her hymen or opening it any further. She wanted to save it for the first guy that she had sex with. A guy was supposed to take his penis and pop his girl's cherry the first time they had sex. Even if Kelly showed her than girls don't do that today, Nancy wanted her first time to be as special as possible.

Nancy decided not to try to have a g-spot orgasm, so as not to risk breaking her hymen any. Besides, playing with her clit was more than enough. She couldn't imagine how she'd ever be able to get out of the tub if she learned TWO ways to get herself off. Death by masturbation: now that was just plain silly.

If she didn't get a new boyfriend soon, she would just about go crazy. She played with her clit a bit, but now the realization that she was doing it by herself put a damper on things. She didn't do it with as much energy as she had before, and soon she just gave up and got out of the tub. She was a little horny, but it didn't mean anything if there was no one to be horny WITH.

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PART 3

"Holy shit, get a load of that meat," Chris said.

"Where?" James asked, scanning the beach.

"The chicks playing volleyball over there. That's some hot ass jailbait."

"Dude, you serious?" Zach said. "That's not even jailbait. Jailbait is when they look eighteen but aren't. Those chicks don't even look eighteen. I don't see one of them being a day over fifteen, if that. And that one there looks like she's about nine."

"Yeah, well, not the nine year old so much, but the other chicks are fuckin bangin."

"Way too young for me," James said, "but you have fun with that."

"Dude, tell me not, the blonde and the brunette have a great rack, right? I mean, and the ass on that halfie. Tell me you wouldn't hit it; I know you're an ass man, Jay."

"Yeah, it's hot," James admitted, "all three of the older ones are hot, but dude, seriously, I would never touch them without six forms of ID from them."

"I wouldn't even say that," Zach said. "They are so damn young I don't care how nice the tits are, I'll never think of them as hot; I can only think of them as somebody's daughter."

"See, you guys are just afraid to get caught," Chris said.

"No, dude," Zach said, "it's just plain wrong. You might as well throw the nine year old in the mix if you don't care how old they are."

"The nine year old has no tits whatsoever," Chris said. "She's not actually hot at all. But the other ones, you know, 'if there's grass on the field, play ball'."

"Sorry, I don't subscribe to that philosophy," Zach said.

"'And if the field is barren, play in the mud'," James said. "Yeah, that chick is hot, but I'll admit it that I AM afraid. I'd never want to get caught doing something with a chick I knew was too young just by looking at her. You get murdered in jail for that shit. Besides, they're so young I'd fear I'd hurt them."

"Fuck you guys," Chris said. "You wouldn't hurt them and you know it. Those chicks are fuckin old enough to play. Cept the little one, obviously."

"I think I'll stick to a healthy diet of eighteen year old ass, thanks," James said.

"I know you, you'll go home and crank it to the image of the ass on that tan chick and you won't think twice about it."

"Yeah, maybe, but there's a world of difference between imagination and reality," James said.

"Not in my book," Chris said.

"You're fuckin nuts," Zach said, "now drop it and start looking for someone else. I am not letting you leave with a fifteen year old in tow."

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Chris, James, and Zach were talking about