Honestly, I'd rather be an electrician. Don’t have what it takes to do Dad's job. He makes it seem effortless, but he's personable like a car salesm...n, always knowing what to say to tempt someone into the shiny convertible that drives straight to our fiery gates.I've tagged along a few times and just end up looking at my feet or blurting something stupid. Girls make me nervous. I think it's the lack of common ground; I can chat circuits and mechanics with men and it's easy and comfortable.. Diane was quite a bit older than me. We had met and were introduced by other lesbians at the social club we belonged to. After my discharge from the Service, I wanted to stay in London because of the many friends I’d made there. She had her own two bed room flat, and I was invited to stay there, sharing in the expenses. We had much in common, we both had very strict upbringings. Whereas I was passive by nature, she had a very assertive personality. We both had our first sexual experiences with. From there she had continued to drink her ‘Panty Droppers’ until she was at her present situation. Sitting alone, and brooding. She didn’t know why she was being such a damn downer. Usually she was the life of the party, flirting with guys, gossiping with girls, and entertaining everyone with her wit that seemed even sharper compared to their inebriated states. Tonight she was the opposite. Drunk and boring. Seething too. She didn’t know when Katie Delaney’s laugh had become so obnoxious. Her. And then I was staring at her pussy which I wasn't expecting as I was expecting to see knickers. "You bad girl," I said. "You went out without knickers." "No," she replied. "I was wearing knickers when I left." My cock suddenly went hard. "So why did you take them off?" I asked. "I didn't," she said, and before I could say anything else she said, "Have a smell." I leant forward and sniffed. I could smell her sex but there was also the unmistakeable smell of lubricant, spermicide and that.