I sat on the floor turning the pages over and suddenly found myself getting turned on by the women I saw. I wasn’t a lesbian or anything, had never been attracted to women in that way, but as I stared at the images, I found myself wondering what it would be like to have another woman’s mouth on me.

I was shocked at this revelation, but then the thought of being with a woman was perhaps not out of the question. As I’d grown older, I realized it was a normal fantasy which a lot of women had, but back then I had been surprised at my reaction.

Sitting up on the bed I glanced over at his dressing table mirror wondering what I’d look like naked and in the centerfold of a magazine. Most of the girls seemed to be my age, if they could do it, why couldn’t I? I knew why; I didn’t have the guts and my mother would kill me, but the titillating thought was there.

I flicked through the magazine and the more I searched their faces and poses, the more I imagined how I’d look in those poses.

I was alone, the house quiet. Should I?

I closed the door, butterflies dancing in my stomach at the thought of what I was about to do and in Brad’s room of all places. Having said that, it did heighten my senses, being in a guy’s room with their manly odor everywhere.

Slipping out of my clothes I ran my hands over my body, enjoying the feel of curves, the fullness of my breasts and the tickle of pubic hair over my mound. I hugged myself, twirling around the room, enjoying the freedom of being naked.

He had a mirror on the inside of his cupboard door, so I opened it and then lay on top of his bed posing in different positions, trying to look sexy and alluring. I thrust my breasts forward between my biceps, licked my lips seductively, and stared hard at my reflection.

Then up on all fours. My bum looked plump and inviting and I arched my back so it would look more tempting. Then I thrust my breasts up, my biceps pushing them forward while I tilted my head upwards. The image was amazing, intoxicating even. Who would have thought I could imitate them so well?

I gave my head a shake, allowing my hair to fall in a messy style, some of it over my face, my eyes peering up through the veil of hair I sucked my finger, licking at it then trailing it over my body.

I knew I looked hot, captivating, and appealing; I was pretty sure some men would drool over my image. I was determined to get a Polaroid camera and take some shots of myself, keep them hidden, and maybe one day give them to my lover.

Feeling incredibly sexy I lay down allowing my hands to roam over my breasts, down to my pussy where I began to finger myself. I had my eyes closed, imaging it was someone else’s hands on me, but it wasn’t enough, so I thought I’d get off like men do by reading some of the sexy stories the magazines published.

I made myself comfortable. It was so much easier to fantasize while reading, especially while naked, so it didn’t take long before I had my legs spread ...