”“OK”, I replied. Thinking she was ill or maybe having a change of heart.“No today I want you to fuck me, fuck me like you owned me, I want y...u to take me and pleasure yourself without a care for me. Understand? Fuck me and use me then send me out, understand?” My jaw was hanging open. I knew she liked to fantasize and we even role-played once or twice but this was different. Her voice was practically demanding.“I’m on my way up, start when I come in OK?”“OK”, I said again slowly, the. Jim and I went to a movie one night, and I wore a miniskirt and a low cut pull over top. Yes I had panties on, but no bra. At the show, Jim had his hand up my skirt, and under my panties for most of the movie. There were times that Jim pulled his hand out as the movie was a good one that we both wanted to see. After a while, I reached up under my skirt, and pulled my panties down and off. I thought I would make it easier for Jim to get at my pussy.At one point Jim had to pull his hand out. I was born asJames. I was a rather percocious boy with an older brother andsister. My dad was a hard worker so my mom could stay at home withthe children. I was a relatively normal boy who liked to run andplay and was involved in sports even though I was of rather slightbuild. To me, mother and sister were a curious mystery and theirfeminine ways were a "catch" for me. The mystery of women and theirways was a constant thought in the front and back of my mind. When I was about 13, I began. And, after noticing the way the officer's eyes followed me, I tended to agree. Besides, it would take my mind off of my obligation to Fin that evening. An obligation that left me dreading the sunset. The one glow of optimism came from my mother's response to the poultice. It wasn't miraculous but it gave me reason to hope. Most of the soldiers in the hospital were recovering so my job as a nurse was simple. I had only to change bandages and carry water. Northern or southern, the men were so.