Well, that sure wouldn't be anything new, Stacy thought. She'd used just about everything from a broomstick to a banana during the past three years or so herself. She'd never found anything that'd felt better than her own finger or fingers, but she'd made that discovery just a little too late.

Experimenting one night with the handle of a hair brush, while ogling some fuck pictures, she'd gotten so passionate that she'd destroyed the piece of skin that was supposed to be so precious. There hadn't been much pain, just a sharp tingling sensation, and very little blood. There'd been nothing to it physically, really, but mentally she'd suffered a great deal. She could just imagine explaining to a husband some day that a hair brush handle had gotten her maidenhead. Cherry, as Betty had called it when she'd asked if it was still intact.

Stacy had been evasive by saying that she'd never had sexual intercourse. Betty had been surprised, stating that she'd lost her cherry when only twelve. For some reason Stacy had felt a little stupid for still being a virgin at sixteen. As far as a cock was concerned she was a virgin, anyway, and Betty had told her that she was a rare breed, indeed.

Betty said that if they were health nuts they could jog. Then she added that she liked to do her exercises in a far more pleasurable way. Stacy knew what Betty meant, but she stated that she got plenty of exercise on horseback. "Jumping over obstacles will give just about every muscle in your body a good workout."

"Not my body," Betty said, laughing, then saying that she'd take most of her exercise in a horizontal position. She told Stacy that she would like to go riding with her and suggested that she get a bunch of her friends together and that they ride up into the foothills to a lake they'd both visited at different times.