The curse of youth is often that, to be intrigued by the unknown But she had her limits, and she was bold enough to verbalize them. So, then, how had she ended up debating with her friend Paul over the very concept of anal sex? “I'm telling you, Brandy, you're being too bull headed here.” “Did you just call me a cow?” She scoffed, propping hands on her slim hips. At 18 years old, she had a body ripe with natural curves, yet toned from years of soccer. To that event, the sport had created the perfect thickness to the muscles of her hamstrings; Thighs tall and rounded till they dipped in, then out, to a gravity defying ass. Solid yet soft, she was proud of her figure. Paul shook his head, palming his forehead dramatically. “All I'm saying is that you shouldn't knock it till you try it.” Rolling her smokey grey eyes, the red head shook her long tresses and sighed. “Whatever! You just want to do it with me, that's all. You don't care if I'd hate it.” Leaning back in his chair, Paul grabbed the glass on the living room table and tossed back a swig of the amber liquid inside.
