"How could you do this to me?" Do you want me to tell you how it happened?" No! God... I couldn't stand it. Just the thought of you... fucking her mak...s me want to kill you. And her."They just stood inside the door to Laura's apartment, staring at one another for a long time while Yvette cried. Finally, Yvette whispered, plaintively."I loved you."Laura yearned for her, and leaned toward her. But Yvette pulled back. She wiped away her tears with the back of her hand."But I don't ever want to see. Now, in his early twenties, Harry Manley had an impressive crop of hair on his legs, arms and chest, to say nothing of his armpits and groin ( being English, it would be impolite to make any such mention.) Harry Manley was proud to be hairy and manly.On the field of play that first day, he wore ¾ length shorts displaying his hirsute calves, and a white cotton T-shirt, known in America as a wife-beater, so his manly chest was front and center as were his hairy armpits. He'd show them who's hairy. ‘Danny’s going to kill you,’ I threatened as he mashed his hand over my heaving mounds. ‘Danny won’t fuck with me,’ he laughed as he forced both hands under my sweater. He quickly pulled my sweater up exposing the weighty swells of my bra encased breasts and then reached around trying to unhook the bra as I struggled helplessly to stop him. ‘Please stop,’ I whimpered clawing at his broad shoulders as my bra snapped open. His hands slid easily under my loose bra and he fondled my naked tits as I. For a moment, Jenny just lay on her back, staring at the ceiling. Finally, she rolled over towards me, nuzzling her head against my shoulder."Thank you," she said. "That was unbelievable." It was unbelievable for me, too," I told her."Are you sure you've never done that before?" she asked."Beginners' luck," I said. "I guess we both have it."Jenny laughed at that and nuzzled closer. I put my arm around her and held her tightly against me. While I lay there, holding this sexy, teenage transsexual.