”As the days passed, I somehow kept noticing Joey, the now-boyfriend of the unnamed guy who I had “friendzoned”, more. He was in the year below ...e and had also come out a year before me. I did not know what to feel when I saw him. I usually just gave him a wide smile and greeted him when we passed. He was the person who had inspired me to come out and was very cheerful and nice to talk to. Like lots of people whom I am very grateful towards nowadays, he did not notice my noticeably bigger arms. I can’t put a finger on it, but it was as if I had lost the only person that I cared for. My sisters told me to get over it, they didn’t understand. My parents told me to stop mopping around, that I would have other friends. They were right, but I never felt that close to any other girls. I dated in high school, but never had that same feeling towards anyone. I guess I just wouldn’t let them get that close, at least into my heart. I enlisted in the army and spent most of my time overseas. I. My hips rutted into his caressing fingers as I moaned over and over, "Please, no, don't, I can't do this, I can't."We soon reached the destination and, kissing and stoking me, he took me to his apartment. I kept saying, "No, please, I can't, I'm married, don't do this, please, don't do this," but my body just went where he told it to go.Once at his place, he guided me into the bedroom and began to pull my dress over my head. I lifted my arms to ease its removal as I moaned, "No, don't, please.". “Momma, it was just awesome.”“Obviously, you don’t mind if we keep on being sexually active with one another?” asked Momma.“And, Ricky too?”“Yes,” replied Momma. “All three of us together.”“Ohhh, Momma, that would be awesome. But what about Poppa?”“We’ll figure that out when he comes home,” she replied.“I’d like you to help me with something, Sissy.”“Of course, Momma, what can I do?”Taking Sissy by the hand, I led her to Rick’s bedroom. Grabbing his laptop, we sat on the end of the bed while I.