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We were sitting around the living room, the seven of us.  It was
me, Billie, Dennis and his boys, all high as kite on something
and watching a dumb movie of the kind they play after a certain
hour on the pay cable channel.   There we were, seven guys and me
- which were pretty normal odds when you hung around Dennis's
house.

We were all pretty much stuck to our chairs and quiet, and had
been for hours it seemed. We must have been smoking pot, but it
was wearing off. It was perhaps 2 in the morning.

On the TV, the movie was coming to a conclusion. The female
protagonist character was falling into bed with the guy who had
been her "friend" though out the movie while she had made a
mockery of her own life by dating and bedding an endless series
of douche bags. It was an end that you could have seen coming
from a mile away, and I'd seen the movie before anyway.

It did get me to thinking though.

Out of the blue, I asked "Dennis, how come you've never tried to
fuck me?"  It wasn't as odd of question as you might think.
Dennis was a drug dealer, not shy about anything, and he'd taken
me in after I ran away from home. I'd been living on his couch
for like a month, and I had crashed there on and off for almost a
year.

"Twy, I did try to fuck you" Dennis laughed, "Don't you remember
that first time you came to the house?"

Oh, I remembered all right. How could I forget?  But he had the
facts wrong.  I reminded him that what he had wanted was for me
to get naked and give him a hand job with my panties.

There was a round of laughter around the room at that.

"Hey, she wasn't legal yet!" Dennis said which brought another
laugh. We all knew how hard he worked to stay within the limits
of Iowa state law.

As for how he came to ask me to jerk him off before when we first
met, no one asked for more details on this revelation - by now we
had all seen Dennis at work tormenting young drug abusers who
made the mistake of coming to his door.  We simply turned our
attention back to the movie.

We were silent then until the movie credits where onscreen, but I
wasn't finished yet and asked again, "Really Dennis, how come you
never tried to fuck me?"  More snickers from the crowd, mostly
Billie who would giggle like a school girl whenever someone
uttered a bad word.  He was - and I say this with love as Billie
was my best friend and I didn't care he was a homosexual - such a
fag sometimes.

Dennis smiled and said "Twyla dear, we've all heard about you.  I
haven't had a chance to get over to the hardware store to pick up
a couple of two by fours to strap to my ass so I don't fall in."
It was a cute joke - everyone laughed - even me.  Dennis could
deflect a question like no one I knew and was always good for a
line like that.

I asked again - seriously this time.  I wasn't really horny or
anything - it was just a question in my mind and I suddenly
needed to know, so I repeated the question.

The room was silent already, but all eyes turned to Dennis to
answer the question.  With typical asshole demeanor, Dennis
uttered something about how small his dick was and he was too
embarrassed to show it to me.  Another laugh from the room, but I
knew this wasn't true.

(Women talk about stuff like this, and some of Dennis's past
bedmates had swapped stories with me on the sex subject.  No
discussion of baby dick had come up when were comparing notes and
Dennis's name came up.  This is the kind of detail that would be
included were there any truth in it.)

I didn't believe him and I said so, and his next laugh line was
"Well you could come over here and take a look."

When Dennis starts fucking with you, your only hope for survival
is to give as good as you get, so I did.

I stood up and I grabbed the blanket that I had wrapped myself in
while watching the TV, then went over to the lounge chair he was
sitting back in. I straddled his legs which were on a big
footstool, and draped the blanket over my head and his lower
body.

I think he didn't think I would do it, but I popped the buttons
on his 501's and fished around inside his boxers until I found
it.  I could feel him and lifted the corner of the blanket so I
could see.  He was, if anything, pretty average I guess, but I
figured I'd play along with him so under the covers I yelled
"Fuck, you weren't kidding, you could pick the lock on a Barbie
dream car with that thing!!"

More laughter, muffled through the blanket, and Dennis moves to
try to get me off of him, which I resist.  "Wait, now it's
getting a bit bigger!" I giggled. And it was, quickly.

Men probably never realize how interesting it is for girls to
watch them inflate like that. It's so weird and strangely
beautiful.  I found myself doing things with my hand that I knew
would help him along, and he was coming along beautifully.

I lifted up the edge of the blanket again to look up at Dennis,
and discovered an embarrassed look on his face.  In all my years
of being with Dennis he had never been embarrassed about
anything.  I was amused.

I also realized that I was perhaps the one who should be
embarrassed. 2 minutes ago, we had been sitting around watching a
shitty movie. Now here I was in a room full of men (and Billie)
and I had a guy's dick in my hand and my head under a blanket in
his lap.

Awkward.

I sat there for another 30 seconds or so just playing with him. 
I hadn't really intended to do anything like this but in for a
penny, in for a pound.  He was by now completely hard, and the
room was completely silent.  Where might things go from here?

I didn't want to disappoint Dennis and I actually was starting to
feel bad for the position I'd put him in.  (These guys worked for
him - it wasn't good to do anything that would make him look bad
in their presence.)

On the other hand, I wasn't about to become known as blowjob girl
for the rest of my life and maybe even involuntary gang-rape girl
as these guys were all pretty tough customers who were kind of
used to their women being stoned, stupid and up for just about
anything.

"How, Twyla dear" I asked myself, "do you always manage to do
things like this to yourself."

Thank God for Billie, my outrageous gay friend who came to the
rescue. "I gotta see!  I gotta see!!" I heard him yell, and he
came from nowhere, lifting the blanket and putting his head
beneath it too.

Everyone in the room knew Billie was gay and were relatively cool
with it - but my heart skipped a beat as this was a pretty
shocking and flamboyant move, even for Billie. I had no idea what
Dennis was going to think about this.

I was really concerned but then heard the laughter - Dennis
included and breathed easily and stared laughing myself as Billie
started shouting "It's not small at all!  Look at that.  It's so
pretty....Move your hand Twyla, let me see."

He started calling the names of the other guys in the room
inviting them to look, which made everything seem all the more
absurd.  This was not a group of guys that would come running to
see another guy's dick - especially not Dennis's.

Billie popped out from under the blanket and I heard him kidding
the boys about how they don't have to suck it or anything, just
look and everyone was taking it good naturedly and laughing along
with him.

At one point he said "It's so straight and so nice - I bet it
wouldn't hurt me at all!"  The combination of growns of disgust
and guffs of laughter shook the room.

I figured this was my big opportunity to extricate myself from
the situation, and quickly gave Dennis a quick lick from balls to
tip, kissed it on the head with a loving tongue exploration to
the little hole, and withdrew my head from the covers, careful to
not expose Dennis to his pals.

When I was up and out, I surveyed the room and found most of the
faces were looking at Billie, who was now babbling on about how
Dennis was almost the perfect length.

When I turned to Dennis I found his eyes were only on me - and I
knew that the nature of our relationship had changed forever.  I
had been the kid sister in Dennis's orbit until then - he took
care of me when no one else did and would give me a bad time but
menace anyone else who attempted to - but things had changed.  I
just knew it.

We didn't do anything else that night.  Someone broke out some
coke lines so we never went to bed never mind sleep.  He and the
guys all left at about 7:30 the next morning and I didn't see him
from almost a week - but when he came back there was no question
in my mind about where I would be sleeping.

I actually moved into his room while he was gone, which was the
kind of thing you just didn't do with Dennis.  I was asleep in
his bed when he came home finally one night about midnight.  He
didn't try to wake me. (I was awake but pretended to be asleep to
avoid any kind of scene.)  He just slipped into bed beside me and
even spooned up to me because it was winter and a bit cold and we
slept that way all night.

Around 7:30 I felt him stirring and I moved a bit to let him know
I was also awake.  Without a word or a sound, he lifted the
oversize tee shirt I was wearing as a nightgown so that it was up
at my neck, and pushed my panties down below my ass, then entered
me from behind.  I hadn't really slept well that night - more
from anticipation than worry - so I was ready for him and he
slipped in easily.

Billie was right too. It was just the right size. It didn't hurt
at all.