We were inseparable through the next three years, walking through the hallways of the school together. We both dated several guys and JJ and I would ...alk to each other about them. When she broke up with a guy, I was the first to know. Same for me. She was my best friend. I do not know when, but I started to have feelings for her. We would spend most of our weekends together. I went to her house most of the time. She had a gorgeous house with a few horses. I told her that I wanted to learn how. Naturally George was out weeding in the garden, so muggins here had to get the door. Sharon gave me a look that could kill, but Steven seemed quite unfazed by my bizarre appearance and gave me a peck on the cheek and a lovely bouquet of mixed carnations. I quickly washed off my hands, fluffed my hair down a bit, slammed the lamb into the oven and gave them both a glass of Asti before bolting upstairs to try and make myself look human. When I returned to the lounge I looked – and felt – a lot. Her fingers seemed to grip in the right places; her stroke was neither too fast, nor too hard, and she seemed to be able to sense the right moment to apply her lips to the tip in readiness to accept the cum that she brought gushing forth. I had received hand and blow jobs from quite a few girls before her, but none of them seemed to have her skill. Neither did they have her enthusiasm for doing it. Trish not only enjoyed the taste, but she would swallow every drop and would not release my cock. " I was taken aback, but I knew she was right. As a man I had alwaystried to dress smartly for my presentations. Also, I knew that I hadjudged any woman I met, not only by her physical looks, but by hermanner and dress. Now I was on the receiving end, so to speak. Thetrouble was that I felt more like an imposter than a real woman. I wasonly dressing like this because I had to.I thought about it all the way home. My business, and with it mysurvival, came first. If I had any future at all, stuck.