"We can do that. But, after you spill. What do you have to say to me?" I chided."Promise you'll make love with me? Even if you don't like what I say?"...she asked."I promise. I can't think of anything you could say that would stop me except asking me not to," I stated."Okay then. Here goes. Everything I told you during dinner was true, but I left one thing out. When I was in Florida, I spent one night in bed with a girl I know. She's a lesbian. We had sex. I guess I was curious about what fucking. . it'd be kind of like prostitutes do! Why, it'd really be the same thing... because there's money mixed up in it." You can get off that whore kick!" he growled. "You're just feeling sorry for yourself - but make no mistake, I'm going to fuck the ass right off of you!"His words kept jarring her, and she wished he wouldn't use those four-letter obscenities; even the very idea of what he had suggested was preposterous, yet at the same time there was a salacious tingle to the whole thing,. " I left the sentence hanging. Meanwhile I carefully nudged the camera around so that it was pointing at the direction I felt would capture the most of the classroom."Need to ask me some questions?"I had imagined a porn-like scenario playing out in my head, maybe sucking for good grades, but I just thought, fuck it. I walked up to him and rested my hand on his crotch. I would never identify with being gay, and maybe not even bi, but I had often been curious. Never enough to try it with a guy,. If I were to be honest with you, I was sort of terrified of what she had to tell me while I was sitting out there in the dark. I had made sure to get to the tree early to make sure the old potato shack was nice for us to spend some quiet time where nobody would bother us, and admittedly to work up my nerves a bit. Just when it had been long enough for me to start to worry I heard the shack door creak open, and standing there in the moonlight was the prettiest girl I had ever seen, Patty..