Hi my name is Jack and I am a horny 19 year-old guy. I love women, I love their bodies, their minds, their emotions; I love every single aspect of women. I think about them all the time and I masturbate to them constantly. I look at their bodies, I surf porn, I hang bikini-girl pictures on my wall, I have posters of women in all sorts of provocative positions and clothing (or lack thereof). In summary I like chicks!
Now that we got that out of the way let me give you some background.
A single mother and an older sister raised me; I have two grandmothers and a dog that, of course, is female. Women rule my life and have since I was born. I really don't have much of a male influence in my life other than action movie heroes, comic books heroes, and possibly a sports hero or two—though most of them are jerks so I stick to mainly fictional heroes.
I realize that I have a chauvinistic view of women and their hot sexy bodies, but I can't help it. I have no outlet! (By the way, I had to look up how to spell chauvinistic!)
I have no girlfriend at the moment although there are at least 3 girls I know that I want to go out with. The main girl is one of my Sister's best friends—Jenny Drake. She's my age. I guess my Sister, whose name is Lori, is really better friends with Jenny's Sister Karen, but whatever. Jenny used to come to my house and have sleepovers with my Sister Lori and I just about died a thousand deaths knowing Jenny was in her slinky PJs just down the hall from where I was lying in bed playing with myself.
So are we all on the same page? My Sister is Lori, her friend is Karen and Karen's Sister (Lori's other friend) is Jenny and I want Jenny—BAD!!!!!
One more character to introduce and we're on our way—my Aunt Amy. She isn't really my Aunt; she is my Mom's hot younger friend from high school that has been around since I was a kid. We call her Aunt Amy as an honorary title and not as a blood relative at all. This is NOT a story of incest so let's get that straight right now.
Aunt Amy is hotness unbound! She used to be a model and I have seen a few pictures of her scantily clad that almost made me blow my own pants off! She has a body that I NEED to SEE! Do you understand how fucking horny I am! I actually physically NEED to see this woman naked in order to survive!
Now onto the actual story:
I take a lot of heat from my Mom and Sister as well as Aunt Amy about my testosterone issues. They kid me a lot and make references to my manhood that are tasteful in a family setting, but also secretly kind of make me feel a little strange. I guess if I wasn't flowing with desire to fuck everything that moves I would probably feel a little like an outcast, but I end up just laughing off their jibes.
One day in mid summer when it was sweltering out Aunt Amy stopped by for a visit. We were all hanging out in the backyard when the conversation came around to me.
"How's everything going, Jack? Got a girl yet?" Aunt Amy asked.
"No. Just hanging out for the summer." I said
"Why don't you ever have a girl? You're a hot young stud, you should have girls hanging off you constantly, especially in this heat."
"I guess."
"He's too shy!" Lori said. "He doesn't know how to talk to girls."
"I do too."
"Then why do you always lust after Jenny and never talk to her? She knows you like her, we all know you like her." Lori asked.
"Yeah, Jack, why don't you talk to her?" Aunt Amy added.
"I don't know, I just . . . I don't know."
Did I mention what a wordsmith I am?
Then Mom chimed in; "I know why he doesn't know how to talk to girls. It's because all he thinks about are their bodies. He isn't interested in them at all."
"That's not true." I protested.
"Face it Jack, you're so obsessed with sex you can't concentrate long enough to talk to a girl like a human being. You're way too horny and shy. If you could get over that you'd be a big hit with the girls." Mom said.
"Yeah and then you could look at them like people to be respected, not like talking boobies." Lori said.
"I have an idea, let's talk about something else!" I suggested.
"Too horny and too shy! Ahh, to be 19 again!" Aunt Amy said.
This peaked my curiosity, "We're you, you know, horny when you were 19?" I asked stuttering on the word HORNY.
"No more than usual, I guess. I know I really wanted Bill Stanton Captain of the Basketball team. That boy could fill out a pair of shorts like nobody's business!" she said and everyone laughed.
Then I made my fatal mistake; "You filled out some shorts back then too, right?" I said and my face almost burst into flames when the laughter stopped and they all looked at me.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Aunt Amy said.
"I just mean, that's when you used to model, isn't it?"
"Yeah. Are you suggesting I can't fill out a pair of shorts now?"
"No, you're still . . . I mean you look . . ."
Then the laughter returned much to my embarrassment.
"Well thanks Jack. I appreciate a guy like you complimenting me. I try to keep in shape. I like guys checking me out." "And they do!" My Sister added.
"We sure do!" I said.
"Oh really? You like looking at my body?" as she said that she lifted her hair and arched her back for me.
"Look at him he is about to blow!" Lori said. "Anymore of this and he is going to have to run to his bedroom of self-abuse!"
They all laughed again. I was humiliated again!
"He's going to have to go shoot some hoops to blow off some steam now. That's all he does all summer is shoot hoops." Mom said trying to save me by changing the subject.
Aunt Amy looked me over, "I can tell, you look pretty fit, but I could take you in a game." She said.
"Oh please, I would destroy you." I replied.
"Why? Because you're a big strong man and I'm just a helpless little girl? I'll have you know I played basketball in high school and I haven't missed a beat!" Aunt Amy said.
I was smiling ear-to-ear "Okay, yeah, yeah, whatever."
"Okay, let's go Hot-Stuff. I'll whoop you right now!"
"It's too hot." I said.
"Scared you'll get beat by a girl?" Aunt Amy taunted.
"No."
"Yes he is look at him!" Lori said laughing.
"I'll play, I'm not scared. How about a nice game of H-O-R-S-E?" I said.
"What are the stakes?" she asked.
"I don't know. Five bucks?" I said.