Betty, the Greek God said taking my bags. Again the Ms. and first name, it was driving me nuts. I followed behind him and quickly learned he was just ...s perfect from behind as he was from the front. Suddenly feeling adventurous and horny, I wondered if he would enjoy a blow job as a tip. I let my teenage lust out as we arrived at my room…which would be a very inaccurate description. It was a Penthouse, with its own library wall. Candles were lit throughout the massive spread and classical music. The whole thing was wildly embarassing. The whole thing was in slow motion...and I just kind of slide back under the covers. Needless to say , I thought that was it was going to be strange looks and awkward converstaions for the rest of college with her...The next week, I heard a knock on the door during one of my class breaks. It was Lauren...not wearing a bra again...but there was a look in her eye. She just gave me the it's okay to kiss me stare. So I did what any faithful roomate in college. I started to wonder if it was evenhumanly possible for a guy to be so open, so caring.I started to no longer feel trapped inside my sister's body, hating it,rejecting it.I realized why I was so distraught and suddenly so hateful of my femalebody. Before all I was doing was embracing the physical side of beingfemale but my consciousness, my male mind so trained to be a certain waywas still locked. It took me till now in this class to open up and touchthat feminine side.I had always known it was. After the initial pain subsided she went down again, lifted herself up, then down again until he was all the way inside her. He held her tight to him until she started quivering with need. “Fuck me.” She whispered.“What’s that? I can’t hear you honey.”“Fuck me. Please.” She said in a small voice.He let her hips go and she started bouncing up and down on his cock, leaning her hands on his chest. The silky smooth inside of her pussy wrapped tightly around Ben as they made love. Her juices were.