Nylon teasers

Sometimes I would wonder. Shouldn't these babes be getting their pussies
stuffed by hunky guys every night instead of watching movies?

Shouldn't that hunky guy be me?

Ha.

I was anything but hunky.

Five-foot seven. Skinny. Pretty hairless. Kind of wimpy was how most of
my male contemporaries described me.

Another reason for me to speculate about why Stephanie and Jessica spent so
much time in my inadequate presence.

Not that I was complaining.

My fantasies of making love to those girls were so vivid that after a month
of their visits, I didn't need my stroke books any more. All I needed to
do was close my eyes, think of their beautiful nyloned legs, touch my
"little person" and BAM! Messiness happened.

I had two major fears about the situation. The first and by far the most
terrifying was that Stephanie and Jessica would stop coming into the store.
And that I would never see them again.

That was so horrifying that whenever I imagined it, I felt cold sweat.

The second, less critical fear was that I would discover that they were
lesbians. Manhaters, perhaps.

But that beast had duller teeth.

If they were lesbians, but I still got to see them, I would never fuck
them, but I could still see them, smell their perfume, listen to their
giggles and fuel my cummy fantasies. That was kind of a status quo thing,
since I didn't really imagine that I would ever fuck them anyway.

And I knew they weren't manhaters. They were really sweet to me.

We chatted more and more as they continued to visit the store. Stephanie
was an administrative assistant at a local doctor's office. I'll bet that
doctor's business was booming. Men would actually visit the doctor before
they were on their deathbeds. Jessica was a professional person -- an
endophilologist -- for a local corporation.

The girls lived together. So maybe they were lesbians. Or just good
friends. They were movie fans, they told me. Though I already knew that.