Maybe I really wasn't a boy, maybe Iwas a girl. Look at me! I am sitting here in a denim skirt and floweredt-shirt with my legs crossed just like a gi...l watching soap operas. Myhair has curls in it and my fingernails and toenails are the same softpink as my lipstick and sitting next to me on the sofa is my purse. No 15year old boy would wear these or have nail polish on or have a purse!These are all girl things.By Friday morning I was so used to getting up at 6 I was awake by thetime Aunt. He clicked on a poem and it was good too, not that he really got poetry, but he could see what she was trying to do with it. He scored a 5, feeling it made up for the 4 vote on her story. He clicked back to her page, noticed her image gallery and studied pictures in which she was careful to hide her face. It was a series of suggestive and selective images of parts of what what must to be her body. God, she was stunning, absolutely beautiful. A close up of a pert nipple with beads of moisture,. I was flattered... And the best thing it was about to begin...He got closer to me and asked me...-Will you feel offended if I can invite you to another place...?TO BE HONEST... I WAS STARTED TO GET HARD... AND I SAW HIS PANTS... AND FOR WHAT I SAW HE WAS TOO...!I made an invitation to my house... And without a problem I said to him that with all privacy we can go... My house was a little far from the school facility... And all the people from the class lives near from there... He paid the bill. I moved over to the bed and lay down on the soft pink duvet. He frantically pulled off his pants, revealing his hard cock that stood proudly to attention, then lay down next to me naked.We kissed for a while as I played with his hard cock. I was really nervous and was trying to bide my time, kissing him passionately and jerking him off to avoid moving on to the next step. He reached under my short dress and yanked my thong down, sliding it down over my legs and off my heels.I started to think.