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taken.
     
    Crouching, Daniel pounded me on the back a couple of times, but I waved him off.
     
    “No, I’m just surprised they still have those.  I haven’t seen that stuff in forever,” I told them both.
     
    “Gas station,” Daniel told me with a shrug.
     
    We chatted for about an hour, and I had to promise them I felt loads better before they left for their appointment at the post office.  Two days.  They left in two days, and here I was, feeling hung over instead of visiting with them. I felt guilty for a moment, but then I reminded myself that I was up here to relax and get away from my parents for a time.  To decompress.  I needed to quit obsessing on those two, or on losing my virginity for that matter.
     
    The food and the alcohol in the hangover tonic were working on me, and I briefly wondered about watching a movie, but just lay on the couch instead.  It wasn’t long before I was once again asleep, and dreaming.
     
    Derek and Daniel walking with me through the desert, taking a mule down to the bottom of the Grand Canyon like we did years ago; Daniel and Derek, holding me down, pulling my clothing off, one article at a time… Taking turns pinning my wrists, and covering my body with kisses as more and more of my body was unclothed.
     
    I woke up hours later, feeling better from the hangover, but I had that tingling, burning desire still inside of me.  I considered going to the shower, but had another idea instead.  I came up here to decompress, wasn’t an orgasm a massive decompression of sorts?  I had just the tools for the job, although I secretly wanted it to be the boys.
     
    I found them under the pillow, where I had left them, and ran to the kitchen to get the batteries.  I dropped one as I entered the bedroom and left it where it was, closing and locking the door behind me.  I’d never done this before, but I obviously had seen it all, thanks to Internet porn.  The smaller one took double A's in the controller, the larger one took C cells. 
     
    I looked at the plastic and rubber contraptions and wondered if they would feel the same as the boys?  It didn’t take me long to find out. 

Chapter 7 -
     
    I don’t know if it was the dream, my sudden freedom, or the sly way the boys looked at me when I was eating breakfast, but I realized something.  I was not the good girl, the perfect angel my parents wanted me to be.  I wasn’t somebody who wanted to remain a prim and proper girl.  Not only did I want sex, I wanted a lot of it, of all kinds, in every way imaginable.  I realized I was a sexual creature who’d never experienced sex.
     
    I had lain down on the pillow after getting naked, and looked down my body.  My breasts were rising and falling to the rhythm of my breathing, and my nipples were already erect, perhaps awaiting another pinch like yesterday.  I teased one, then the other, loving the feeling, imagining that the boys were taking each in their mouth, rolling their tongues over them, kissing them.  The thought made me feel wet, just like when I was smashed between the two of them in the grocery store.
     
    I could see my now partially shaved mound, and hoped the boys would appreciate the exclamation point that my pubic hair resembled after shaving yesterday.  I’d never shaved down there, but yesterday I had shaved and sculpted in hopes of them licking, sucking, and poking their tongues… I tested with my finger, and almost immediately squeezed my ass cheeks together and squirmed with the pleasure. 
     
    I was somewhat breathless when I turned on the vibrator.  I marveled that they sold this stuff at Wal-Mart, even if they called it a personal massager.  I wondered if I’d need any of the KY I’d purchased, not knowing if it would be needed.  It was my fantasy, so I decided to try a little bit of everything.  I wouldn’t be Daddy’s little girl anymore, I promised myself.
     
    I couldn’t help it, but I started between my breasts, loving the soft