Word Power
It was Columbus Day, a school holiday for Catholics, and I was again in O’Riley’s bedroom, propped up with pillows on his bed. We were doing the usual. On his stereo, Ethel Merman was belting out a hit from Annie Get Your Gun, but she had nothing on us. We were definitely into our own little competition, a twist on “Anything You Can Do.” In the times we’d been together, I’d figured out how to make my little winkie twice its size so I could equally share in the fun.
O’Riley had his eyes closed. He’d given his hand a rest and that’s when I made my move—and the worst mistake possible. I closed my mouth over his p***s. I liked the feel of it, the taste, even the smell.
“No,” he said, pushing me away. “I don’t want that.”
“Why not?”
“Because it’s not normal,” he said. “Only my w
