But just like him had not fat and a slightly defined six pack. I was always moving advances on him. Trying to see if he was gay. Whenever we sat toget...er I always sat close, touching him and he never seemed to have a problem with it. We even would kind of do that fake gay flirt that straight guys do. I could easily put on a straight facade. We Hung out all weekend and on the way back home I pretended to fall asleep and slowly crept my hand on his thigh. I expected him to just move my hand ,. ...It's early morning on a beautiful Saturday. I'm at my parent's home for the weekend, stretching towards the bright early morning sun streaming in through the lace curtains in my old room, feeling oxygen reach even to my tippy toes, giving my body a quick zing. I feel a warm sensation, a pulsing throb in my very womanly parts, and realize that my demons are not quite gone. Quickly banishing other intrusive thoughts from my mind I listen for sounds of mom or dad up in the house. I hold my. I purred as I climbed into my satiny bed and spread myself wide for him. I wanted him to look at me. I laid there brazenly exposed and I was loving every second of it as I could feel his eyes moving over me even though I was blindfolded. My body felt like it was on fire. Then I felt his lips on mine. He kissed me deeply and I tasted his tongue with my own sucking on it and nibbling on his lower lip. I could feel his face, rough from a couple days of growth scratching against my neck as he. “He’s gonna call us Monday to talk with us.”That was the note we left town on, almost reluctantly growling our way north, back to work, back to another world.“We can rock this ‘marriage’ thing, Carl,” she said.“I’m glad you still think so.”“Why do you say that?”“Well, the ‘meet the family’ thing is a big hurdle.”“You have a wonderful family. It shows in the way things went yesterday.”“That’s just the way we are. When I was a kid, that would’ve happened at Mom’s folks or Dad’s folks. Now they’re.