Tricia, Gayle's best friend, told of how she'd gotten into a wrestling match with her cousin when she was only fourteen. The boy had been a few years older and Tricia had become curious as to why he kept wriggling around so much when he was trying to pin her. She had described to Gayle how the contest had become something very different. Her cousin had started kissing her and his eyes had glazed. He'd moved his hips around in a funny kind of way and Tricia had grown a little excited herself. She knew vaguely that her cousin's strange behavior had something to do with sex. She also knew that cousins weren't supposed to do such things with each other, even if they weren't all the way naked. Then Tricia had felt the boy jerk and gasp and she'd become aware of something hot and sticky down where that hard thing had been rubbing against her crotch. The boy had collapsed then and Tricia had had to push him off of her. She'd related in some detail exactly how slick that stuff was, how it smelled, and how it felt when she dabbed a finger into it and rubbed it against her thumb.

Wallowing in her warm tub, Gayle found these memories keenly exciting. She began to wonder just what a boy's cum was really like. Tricia had hinted that the stuff was pretty awful. But Gayle thought her friend was saying that for her benefit. She had a strong suspicion that Tricia had enjoyed the sordid little scene with her cousin. And though Tricia had no other stories to tell, Gayle wondered if she'd played again with the boy.

Suddenly Gayle had the strongest urge to explore her cunt. Yet she felt somewhat guilty for having been licked by her own dog and then remembering with exquisite detail the lewd story Tricia had told her almost a year ago. No, she wouldn't allow herself that pleasure. It would be punishment for her naughty daydreaming. She stepped out of the tub, dried herself briskly and searched in a drawer for a fresh pair of panties. She didn't hear the jingle of Prince's collar until he was in the room. Gayle was about to turn when his hot, damp nose was pressed between her thighs and he nuzzled upward against the plump, white lips of her cunt. The sparse curls of brown parted and her cuntlips opened with a wet sound.