We went into the bathroom and locked the door. Samantha turned to face me and took off her bikini top. She had wonderful perkyl Bcup breasts and small...pink nipples. Then she took off her bottoms and revealed her hairless virgin pussy. I followed suit and took off my bikini. We hopped in the shower and washed eachother all over. She rubbed her hand over my pussy a couple times and over my breasts. We hopped out of the shower and dried of and put on are clothes.'Sam where are your parents?''Their. She maintained this excited motion for what seemed toher audience to be a very long time. Just as suddenlyas she had begun, she stopped and, without removing herhands, rested, her head thrown back, her eyes stillclosed, her mouth open, her breasts rising and fallingas much as the brassiere would allow. And then, withone mighty shove she buried her fingers in her vaginaand, furiously rubbing her clitoris, came with anecstatic cry, her entire body shaking with tension’srelease. And still. I'm gay. Like super gay. It'd be really convenient if I were Bi and I could blend in, but I'm not. Some girls gag for cock, cocks just make me gag. Really, this is one of the two things that is in anyway distinctive about me, and the best part? No one knows. I'm so in the closet Ikea is offering to rehome me. I get bullied as it is, can you imagine if anyone figured out I liked girls? It's like a free pass to shun me and 100 new ideas for nicknames.I know what you're thinking, if I'm so. Over that I'm wearing a leather biker jacket and to finish the outfit I'm wearing a pair of strappy heels. I push open the door with your name on it and walk in. I can see you standing in front of a mirror and adjusting your trunks. I smile as I think how futile that is with what I have planned for you. "Hello champion," my voice makes you turn and start with surprise, I was supposed to get here a little later and call you when I got here so you'd meet me at the entrance but I thought I'd.