I dried myself off and then wrapped the towel around me to head back to my room. I had forgotten to bring clean clothes with me and didn't want to put...my dirty PJ's back on after getting clean. I just hoped my cousin wasn't standing in the hall.He was!"Jerk," I said as I walked past him to my room.He just smiled at me.I held my head high, trying to convey that I was annoyed with him and the same time that it hadn't bothered me. I could feel his eyes on me as I walked down to the end of the hall. He told me I was a good looker even though, when I looked in the mirror, I felt I looked like a guy trying out dresses for the first time, unconvincingly. We rarely had sex with me dressed in the clothes (excepting the odd blow job) but he loved to undress me and loved to have sex with me wearing one or two pieces of lingerie or any nightdress or nightshirt. He wanted me naked, though, whenever I entered him. I got to rather enjoy dressing as a woman, not least of all because they were very. She all but assaulted me as she pinned me to the door, kissing me hard on the mouth, the dropping her hands to grip the waistband of my top and in one swift movement had it up and over my head.I raised my arms to help her, inwardly cursing the fact I was wearing utilitarian underwear. The plain black cotton bra and briefs were comfy but not exactly designed for passion. She didn’t seem to notice as her hands moved swiftly to my breasts.She moved her hands over them, pawing at them as she. . Pete? Peter?" I heard."It's me," I said."This is ... well, it's Jennifer." Jennifer Aniston," I said confidently. Oh, hell.There was a gale of laughter. "Ashley," she corrected. "But how nice! She's so beautiful." So are you," I blurted. Oh, hell again; there are ways to say things and then there are ways to say things. But I got another easy laugh."How sweet of you to say so," she said. "Anyhow, you said to call, and— well, I'm on the bus again." And I'm out again. I usually am. Same stop?".