I Am Perfect

Emily is perfect. Everything all aside there really isn't anything about her that I would change. Her perky breasts and her round and open face. Her cute little features and her girl next door charm.

I like being the girl that guys want to have ben the girl of their dreams. The one they pine for and wish they always had, but never pulled the trigger on.

Emily had troubles in her home town, just like me. But unlike in my old body where, when I left, I had no attachments to any of the people I had to wonder whether there was someone back there who still thought of me fondly.

In a decade when I go back for my ten year reunion will someone pull me aside and confess they always harbored a crush but never pulled the trigger? Is there someone who will always think of me as the one who got away? What would they think of me now?

Giggling I continue to stroke and then I lean to one side, grateful for the small space of the booth because it gives me just enough room to stroke both cocks while I focus my mouth on one of them. I pump it into my mouth as a smile curves at the corners of my mouth, as I revel in a fantasy where I'm back in town and someone is confessing, but who could it be?

The quiet nerd in the corner? The friendly jock who was never really mean to anyone and always told his friends to settle down before they went too far? The farm boy with the down home goodness, who always opens the door for a lady and has a slow and gentle smile?

Oh god maybe it would be a teacher. There were a few lookers at that school and maybe one of them always harbored a secret fantasy. Wanted me in pigtails and a short little skirt that I would neve wear. Wanted me to beg for a better grade and then get down on my knees to earn it, calling him Sir and telling him that I wanted to be good to him.

Did it make me a little fucked up that I wanted that most of all?

What would Teacher think of dear old me if he could see me now? Would he wish he'd pushed his limits into something indecent? Would he wish he took a shot in that last warm summer when I was no longer under his charge, where I was freshly eighteen and eager for the guiding hand of an older man to show me what it was to trust in someone?

If I had found that man I would have let him have me. Would have convinced myself that it was good to go off to college with my virginity shattered, but it would have given me an appetite for that authority, a daddy complex that I don't know I could have ever really gotten over.

I close my lips around the cock in front of me and suck hard, then push down to take it to its limit. I pull back just enough that he pops out of my mouth and groans on the other side before I give him a little kiss and turn to the other guy.

Sucking him next I focus on going fast. Hollowing out my cheeks before playing my tongue back and forth over the head of him. Lashing him and making him jump when my fingers sneakily slip under his cock and scratch at his balls just enough that he gasps from the unfamiliar sensation.

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