I’m God’s gift to women. What can I say?
When I’m out and about, I catch the ladies checking out the goods.
I’m at the beach today, and my sister has her posse of friends with her.
One, in particular, is beyond beautiful, with a killer body to match.
“Justin, don’t you remember me?” she asks in the most sensual voice I’ve heard in a long, long time.
“Sloane Hart, is that you?” I utter in disbelief. It’s my little sister’s best friend, all grown up and filled out in all the right places.
Needless to say, I don’t waste a minute getting her alone.
After I take her out to dinner, I get her back to my place for a little slap and tickle session.
Things get hot and heavy and we’re just about to do the dirty deed when I sense something isn’t right. She’s tense.
“Can you go slow and easy?” she asks timidly.
She’s a virgin?
I don’t mess with virgins anymore, not since high school.
Next. I’m moving on. I don’t want Sloane, dear Sloane, getting stuck on me.
After a couple of months, I’m usually done and over it. I tell her I’m doing her a favor.
The problem is that I can’t stop thinking about her. When I see other guys hitting on her, it makes my blood boil.
This can’t continue. Sloane Hart is getting under my skin.