The week went slow as you would expect wanting something so much I decided to shop for some new cloths just for the occasion so I picked out a very se...y thong with matching bra in black it pushed my bust together so that it showed my ample bust I mean I was competing with Bee and her bust the dress I picked out was so tight it moulded itself to my curves and had cut outs down the sides which showed my full legs and thighs in a dark grey it wasn’t something I would normally buy but this was. Guys always went crazy over them. My breasts always seemed larger to me than they actually were. At a 34 C, they weren't exactly small, but the fact that I was barely 5'3", and 108 pounds (including my freshman 5), made them appear even larger. This could be a good or bad thing depending upon the circumstances. They were great as an attention grabber when I wanted to be noticed, at other times they were a real nuisance. They could be very sensitive, almost to the point of being painful. And. “Now what do we have here?” I hear from across the room. Then I find out what he’s found. He’s back standing over me. I feel two clasps being attached to my nipples. “Argh!” I squeal. The pinch is tight, and unlike fingers it doesn’t lessen, doesn’t cease. Then I hear a buzz, then I feel it. He’s using a vibrator on my clit. “Oh” I gasp. I pant, trying not to let my body relax. Not wanting to give him the satisfaction of giving me another orgasm. “No, no, no” I almost sob to myself as my body. What had happened to me? What was wrong with me. To kiss him as a game,sure, but to like it? Was I gay?I finally did something I had never done before, I began to examine my ownmind, gently and carefully poking around the edges.Who was I?Was I gay? I wasnt sure, but somehow, that didnt seem to fit.I started looking back at my life up until that point, and realized thatJohn was pretty much the only guy I spent any time with at all, andwhenever I could I preferred the company of girls,.