Twenty Wendy Novels & Stories

** It's my birthday! Wendy is the first person to get here. We cook together. Make cocktails together. Decorate the house. But even after all that, her make up is still intact. Her baggy jeans don't have a single stain from all that cooking. Her white crop top doesn't have a single stain from the cocktails we've been drinking. She's seriously the coolest and most perfect person I know. Brandon left earlier to go hang out with the boys. He'll be back later with them. For the mean time, Wendy and I have the house all to ourselves.

He screamed over the phone, “Will you get at it. Or, I drive down to your office now to hear it physically. Is anything wrong with the business sales?” Michael started,“Dad,mum, it’s not about the office. It’s about Wendy”. Denzel stutters, “Wendy, Wendy, who is that?. Is Roxana also Wendy?”. Michael sucked his teeth and continued, “The surrogate girl is Wendy”. They exclaimed, “Oh!!!”.

"We can all kill some time with her while our Master's are fucking Evelyn." "How old are you?" Jerry asked. "I just turned nineteen last month," Wendy replied, shyly, trying not to stare at Jerry's obvious prick. "Have you ever had sex before?" Chen asked. "Kissing, petting, with boys mostly, though I did kiss a girl once." "When you say petting, how far did that extend?" Wendy blushed, hard to see from her complexion, but the attitude was clear. "The boy had my bra off and was sucking on my nipples while he rubbed my pussy through my jeans," she whispered, eyes downcast.