She dropped the kimono that slid in a puddle of linen around her feet. Her skin was alabaster white, covered by cinnamon freckles on her arms and ...houlders. Her breasts were heavy, firm, crowned by areolas the color of fine strawberry ice cream, the one without artificial coloring. My eyes dropped to her sex where her fiery pubes had been trimmed into a perfect equilateral triangle. Her thighs had not lost any of the tone that I remembered from gym class. ?Shall I turn around?? . " Don't listen to her," I said. "She thinks anything under a hundred is poking along." Yes, I know. I saw her shoot the gap between those patrol cars. Neeka, you can sure handle a bike." Steve sounded genuinely impressed and I felt a brief flash of jealousy at hearing my boyfriend compliment another girl."Thanks!" Neeka replied. "You have no idea how glad I am to hear someone say that. Usually all I hear is 'Oh my God! Slow down!' and some loud screaming from the back of the bike. It's really. Today he decided he was going to do his “ Groin attack”. He pushed the young ladies knees apart, effortlessly, and rammed his snout up the short skirt she was wearing and into her groin. Startled by this invasion the young lady gasped and with her mouth wide open she looked at me. “I’m sorry” I said “It’s his way of saying hello to pretty young ladies” trying to make light of the situation.“Well helloooo to you Bruiser” she said to him gathering her composure whilst pushing him away. “I’m. " She pulled back as if I was going to hit her looking alarmed waiting for my reaction.I suppose for most young guys they would have really been shocked. But I grew up in San Francisco. You get used to having more than two genders. The idea wasn't especially shocking. Hell, we had openly gay and lesbians students and teachers in our school. You see two guys or two girls or a guy and a girl as a couple and it all seems pretty normal. I was comfortable that I wasn't gay so I didn't need to hate.