I was completely floored by her words. I wasn’t a damn whore! Was I? She smiled at me. Her smile was all teeth and it wasn’t a particularly nice s...ile. “Here I’ll prove it” Jennifer reached out and grabbed my face with both hands. She then jerked me forward roughly and kissed me, hard. I was shocked and a little scared. I didn’t react at first, unable to process what was happening. The she nipped my lip with her teeth and things low in my belly responded. I leaned into the kiss and she snaked. They knew what faggots were and knew that they weren't faggots. There were faggots in town; older guys, boyfriends apparently, who owned a house on Spring Street—Clitter Schreve, their townie friend and fellow gearhead, had pointed it out.At first Britt had thrown a lot of fag-talk around, but that ebbed, mainly because Cody didn't play up to it. Cody may have been confused but as far as he was concerned what he and Britt did was their business, and what the faggots did was theirs. As long as. She then slid in next to me and said well, how big was his cock and did it feel nice to be with another man, a big black man.I just looked at her and said you are such a slut, and you will not be happy until you have turned me into one.Wendy just smiled and said you will love it when he fucks you later, so stop being so uptight and go into the ladies and let him fuck you in a stall.I pushed her shoulder and said stop it now, this night was for you to get some BBC not me.A song came on and Wendy. This occurred when a friend and I popped to the pub across the road from her house and I’m pretty sure we weren’t even flirting in the pub. We got back to her house, she poured another glass of wine for us both. I popped to the loo and as I walked back towards the lounge, she appeared quite suddenly. Next thing I knew she kissed me full on. She was a great kisser and our tongues rapidly became entwined whilst we fondled each other through our clothes. We were both beautiful looking, fit and had.