I’m a guy, he’s a guy, and it’s only a facial.” and I removed my shirt. I lay on my back and he began applying lotion after lotion. I should a...mit, his hands felt great. But, I did feel something was off when he started massaging my shoulder and chest. At one point, he even played with my nipples.The facial took half an hour and once it was done, I called a friend of mine and told him what happened. He laughed and said it was normal and that I was overthinking it. So, I let it go. Maybe I was.A. Stacy showed me how to give her severaldifferent styles, and I eventually conceded that it might be fun to trysome of the different looks on my hair. There I sat in front of themirror curling my hair. I never thought that I would do it, and Inever in a million years thought that I would enjoy it, but my primpingwas becoming my hobby too. I refused to go out in public after oursessions, but there wasn't a mirror in the house that I didn't look inten times a day after a styling. As for my. “I’m bored.” Mary looked over at Kim. She wore an over-sized t-shirt, no bra. Kim also wore tiny hip hugging boy shorts. Heat speared Mary’s core. She looked away embarrassed. She didn’t know where these feelings for her best friend were coming from. They weren’t all that bad but how would she ever tell Kim. “Did’ja hear me do-do? Your parents aren’t home let’s do something naughty.” Mary almost choked on the juice she was quietly slipping. “What? Do what.” “Hmmm, I dunno. Put on one of your. ”“Your sister? Dang Ray.”“What? Is that bad?”“Heck no, I wish you were my brother. I’d have all my storage filled with pics of your naked ass. Tell Kate I want her to take some of you specially for me. Some really good ones.”“Where do you live, Cheryl?”“At the dorm. I moved in last Sunday when Dad brought me up here. He knows the people who own the supermarket where I work, and he got me the job. I can get you on there, if you’re looking for a part time job.”“I may try that, I’ll let you know.