I became very nervous and laughed awkwardly. He said his name was Matt, then he approached and asked if he could touch me. I said that I am not really...gay I just like to feel like a girl. Matt said he would treat me like a good girl. I should have asked what a good girl was to him, but I would find out soon enough. Matt gently caressed my ass as I trembled at his touch. He took my hand and walked me out of the bath room. As we walked together I really did feel like a desirable girl. The feeling. Of all things I expected from his mouth, that wasn't on the list. "I -- I don't really know." I said, still dazed and confused. "All I need to know is that you trust me." Now you might think I would've thought it through more. I DID just meet the guy a few months ago. But me, thought really my thing back then. "Of course I do, bu --" "Good. You'll have the time of your life, I promise." he said, and now he was smiling at me. Then he snapped his fingers. From behind I heard footsteps, and then. My mind went to him hitting me with his belt. I sat there without making eye contact. My father shook his head from side to side.My mother continued to make breakfast. I watched her as she did. She was in that short silk robe. My mother was a skilled cook. She was doing three things at once. Her tits were swaying back and forth against her silk robe. I watched as her nipples grew hard. My mother took the bacon she had cooking and placed it into a roasting pan. She took the pan placing it into. Patti was a dyke, and made no allusions about it. She was what you might consider a mildly lipstick lesbian. She had short cropped dark hair a stud pierced nose ( year s before it was popular) dark tanned skin displaying her half native heritage ,cool grey eyes, and was always dressed in a slightly off punk manner to her. Her girlfriend would come and pick her up after work. She would smoke joints with me, let me play any music I liked. We talked about girls, and by the end of the first day.