" "Well, Heather, let's go back to the room. I want to let you do what youwant to." He took my arm, and directed me. Feeling very docile, and as...amed at myconfession, because, regardless of what I was supposed to say, it was reallytrue, and I knew it deep inside. My own bound up erection was a center of pain, and, excitement. I wasexcited, knowing that I was betraying my boyhood. I was going to be acomplete girl. In the room, Sam turned on the radio to a dance music station. We. I put my hands on her hips and nuzzled her neck. She purred and turned her back to me and I pulled her close to me. I put my hands on the front of her dress and slowly ran them down from her breasts to her stockings. She pushed her ass into my crotch as I did this and I ran my hands up her thighs feeling the tops of her black lace stocking tops. I could feel the tops of her garters and I whispered into her ear that I was wearing a garter belt too. She asked me if I wanted to see the rest of it. Is you.” I held my breath, waiting, for him to say something... anything at all. Oh my god, please just say something. One word. Speak! “That is the sweetest most honest thing anyone has ever said to me”. The corner of his mouth lifted ever so slightly. A look of passion and concern burned in his eyes. He closed the space between us, wrapping his hands around my waist. I had to ask. “Are you sure you want to do this though?” He pushed the hair out of my face, wrapping it behind my ear and. We did different stuff: for instance, one boy would lay on his stomach and the other would sit on top, right on his butt, and just play around, like maybe you would press your dick and balls against it or bounce your hard-on up and down on his butt, which I liked to do. A couple of boys, including me, liked to rub our dick and balls along the other boys ass-crack, kinda pull his cheeks apart a little and lay my dick in there, length-wise, balls too, and sorta just move around. None of us had.