The Great Unfinished Story

We are Kendra, thin, tall, black as night, of 100% African decent, with long, curly black hair, smal but beautiful breasts. Mike, who is also tall, and as white as Kendra is black. He has blond hair that's almost white, and a neatly trimmed blond beard. He, too, is thin as a rail. There's Lenore who we generally call Lanie. She's Asian, Korean, actually, and a bit rounded, but not fat. She has remakrably large breasts. Lanie is also quite short. And there's me, Jeremy. I'm nothing special, of average height, brown hair, long beard for my age, and well, I have to admit, I'm a bit on the pudgy side. I've always been embarrassed about  my breasts. Well, they aren't like real, full breasts, but I'm a bit over-developed in that area. Fat, or perhaps a bit of gynocomastia. That's what my doctor called it. He says lots of boys my age have it. His theory is it is due to all the hormones fed to cattle that produce milk.  Anyway, I am strong and athletic, but I seldom take my shirt off in public.

We should be in college right now, but somehow the four of us started a school project two years ago that has blossomed into a full-fledged business. We each started with ten dollars, and set up a blog as to how we were going to leverage our $10 into a fortune. We didn't really think we'd stick with it, or that it would turn out so well. 

All four of us collaborated, and all four have done fantastically well. Oh, we don't have a million each yet, but between all four of us, we have just short of $3 million. We thought it was going to come mostly from the website. You know, pay-per-click ads or something. But no, our investment strategies actually worked. We started with garage sale purchases that we then sold on eBay. But, this story isn't about that. The bottom line, is we don't feel the need for college.

One of Kendra's garage sale finds was an orginal Twister game. You've probably seen them. People put a plastic sheet on the floor that's covered with big colored dots. They spin a dial, and each person has to touch some part of their body to a dot of the matching color on the dial. With several players, the intertangled contortions can be quite amusing. Especially with the four of us. We do tend to laugh and carry on quite a bit.

So, we were playing Twister one warm late spring day in Mike's back yard, and As I was draped awkwardly over Lanie, she complained, laughingly, that my erection was poking her in the thigh. I, totally embarrassed, admitted being erect, blaming it on the heat in the sun. 

It was the first time any of the four of us had ever mentioned anything as personal as an erection. The other three fell dead silent for a moment, while I probably turned three shades of red, thinking about the foolish thing I had just admitted to.

Here's where the story gets interesting. But I'm not going to write it. You are. Yes, you - anyone reading this who would like to extend the story. Just add your bit in the comment section below. Please be sure to read the preceeding comments, to preserve the continuity of the story, whichever way it goes. Have fun! - Jeremy.