“Just could not sleep. You either, eh?”“Naw, not with the folks bumping uglies.”“They are frisky, ain’t they?”“Every Friday night, wit...out fail. I try to stay out later but this time…”“Yeah, I know. Wanna hang out with me downstairs? Have a beer?”“Cool.”We went down to the finished basement where the couch was already pulled out but there was also a pool table, pinball machine, wet bar, and many sports trophies and memorabilia around the big screen television. A real man cave. I went behind the. You mother didn't let her know she was marrying a gayguy?" I'm not gay," Jerome countered."Look at your feet, Jerome." That doesn't mean I'm gay. I'm only attracted to girls," Jeromegrumbled."But you want to look like one?"Jerome responded with a sullen nod to her question."So, you're a lesbian?" Lily asked with a laugh."I'm not a girl. I don't want to be a girl. I like being a guy. Ijust want to be able to dress like a girl." Come on..." No. You asked. That's it. That's my truth. I. One, in particular, caught my eye. His name was Matt – he was a senior who played tight end for the local high school football team. He was a good looking guy, with a nice build and big muscles, but he was also a bit shy, which made me think he didn’t have a lot of experience with girls. This kind of intrigued me, and I found myself flirting with him every day, enjoying the look on his face whenever I found excuses to brush against him with my boobs or pat him on the ass. He clearly enjoyed the. Except that these muscles were in places she hadn't even been aware she had muscles. Once back in bed she had tried to regain that warm cozy feeling. She wished that Bobby was there with her. She'd be warm then.She eventually regained that warm feeling, but she wasn't sleepy any more, and her mind began to reflect on ... things. She realized she was being silly. She realized she had done something she shouldn't have. She realized that her fantasies could never come true. In the dark of night.