Pinky leaned over and began licking Jay-Jay's shiny white pate. Jay-Jay sighed; the feeling of her tongue on his bald head was simply overwhelming. "Pinky," he asked, "have you ever done this before?"
"Welllll," said Pinky, and although the light was dim he could tell her pink cheeks were turning red, "not really. Have you?"
"Well," said Jay-Jay, surprised that he'd be admitting this, "not really. Just a couple blow-jobs."
"Why not start there?" Pinky pulled a handkerchief from Jay-Jay's shirt pocket. Jay-Jay's pants fell down, Pinky giggled as she pulled down his boxers. Then she squealed; Jay-Jay wasn't that big compared the pictures she'd seen in health class but he wasn't small either.
Hesitating a little, she leaned down, her pink clown mouth wide open...