“Why can’t you ever have me?”“I don’t know, because you knew that I liked you, but you never acted on it, I was your game, nothing that you ...ould take seriously.”Something struck her, and struck her hard. Her eyes started welling up. After a few tears speckled my face, she put her head down into my sheets beside my ear.“I’m sorry,” she mumbled, “I didn’t know.”Her crying was very conflicting. I had always wanted to be there for her and comfort her tears, but now, she was crying because of. In my case though it was the lack that drew second glances and curious stares. I was not an object of lust, obviously, more a curiosity, but it was interesting how often and quickly that could change.My first real experience happened at a shopping mall of all places. Lynnwood Mall, just north of Seattle. I was drinking an orange juice, wearing a short white skirt that showed off my legs and ass, and a too small halter top that exposed my stomach and gave proof to the fact that my chest was flat. This must be your gentleman caller,” Lola did her best at damage control, albeit nervously.“Yeah, that’s pretty clear! Look, damn, I know that I’m not Miss Popular Mom at home. I’ve done some ... harsh things and even crazy ones. I’m well aware of my failings. I think that I’ve been a bit too hard on Martin, for instance. I’ve been far too quick to blame him and other guys and punish them because I’m ... angry and upset even now that I fell in love with a homosexual. I should have seen the. I pull out my hard cock, above my shorts, and stroke it slowly, inches from her sleeping face. Inches from her gently parted soft lips. Obliviously sleeping.I put my dick away and crouch down beside the bed, farther down toward the foot of the bed a bit. Carefully, I lift some of the blankets that drape over the side. I burrow my head and arms in, sliding into warm sheets. Lifting just enough to start exploring. It’s hot underneath, body heat keeping it nice and toasty. The air is tight and.