She has a question

Maria closed her eyes and took a deep breath, obviously trying to find just the right words. “Ok,” she began. “I have a question or two. First, how did you get my picture!?!”

“Well, I just scanned it from the year book,” he explains.

She gives he one of those, “oh puh-leeze!” looks. “I don’t remember the year book staff in the girls' locker room! I know I looked all through the year book, and I don’t recall even one shout of me NAKED!”

“OHHH!” He sighs. “I kinda used PhotoShop ™ and some pics from the net. Your head is from the yearbook, your body… ummm… isn’t your body. It’s just some chick from a porn sight that doesn’t need ID.”

She seemed a little skeptical. “You expect me to believe that’s just a doctored photo? What about… Well…” She took his hand and led him back to his bedroom. She pointed to the picture of her. “There! What about that?”

Scratching his head he says, “What about what?”

She takes his head in her hands and moves him inches away from the screen. “What about that BIRTHMARK?”

Sure enough the model had a small red blotch next to her puss. Looks a little like a small penis, pointed at her puss. “Gee, I never really noticed that before.” Then it hits him. “You don’t mean you have the same birthmark, do you?”

“Well, duh! It’s right there on the screen!”

“But, that’s NOT you!” John tries to explain. “That’s umm…. I think I got that from….. Yeah, just a sec.” He starts up MS Explorer ™ and look through his bookmarks. He calls up a sight call Freddy the Freak’s Free Fetishes. He starts scanning through the thumb nails till he fined it. “THERE!” He clicks on the image to bring it full screen. Right there, is the same woman, in the same pose, with the same birthmark, but without Maria’s face. “This is the image I copied.”

Maria sits on his bed, stunned. “She looks… Just like me! Only a different face.”

“Well,” he admit, “I tried to find someone who I thought would look similar to you. I had no idea about the birthmark. And, I also hope you won’t think I’m a pathetic horn ball, and hate me forever.”

She shakes her head. “I don’t hate you,” she says. “And all teenage boys are pathetic horn balls, why should you be so different?”

“So you’re not mad?”

“I was, when I thought you were peeping on me,” She explains. “But, I’m kinda flattered that you fantasize about me.” She turns to look him right in the eyes. “Just keep in mind, that just because I have no underwear on right now, that does not mean you will be living out any fantasies today.”

John holds up his hands in surrender. “Understood.”

She clicks the “Next Image” button on the web page. A picture of the same woman in a different pose comes to the screen. This time she’s on her knees jacking some guy off. “I wonder if they ever edit some of these pictures, like you did?”

“Well, I know I have seen celebrities nude, who probably wouldn’t pose nude. So I figure those are fake,”

“Yeah, I’ve heard about stuff like that,” Maria says. “I was meaning that guy’s cock. It can’t really be as big as it looks.”

He look at the image, try estimating the size of the woman’s hands, and figuring he’s maybe 8 or 9 inches. Last time he had gottten out the ruler, he was 9 5/8 inches (hey, every bit counts). “I dunno,” he tells her. “I’m about that size, maybe bigger.”

Maria smirks, “Riiiiight! And maybe you’re really 7’ 10’’, and I just never noticed.”

“No really, I am!”

“Prove it!”

“WHAT! You can’t expect me to just whip it out for you!”

“Well, you got to see mine; I figure I should get to see yours.”

“But those AREN’T yours!”

“Well, they look enough like ‘em that you’d never know!”

“Well, I DIDN’T know! Not till you told me! Heck, I just have your word that you look just like that picture.”

“So, what? Are you saying for you to show me yours, I need to show you mine?”

He nods. “Well ….That seems fair, I suppose.”