‘And didn’t we say we’d swing by Florence?’ ‘Something like that,’ Dale said. ‘Depends on the train passes, I guess.’ ‘Gee,’ Brad�...�s voice dripped with sarcasm. ‘I guess the rest of us don’t have a say, huh?’ ‘We could take a vote,’ said the ever-tactful Jared. His version of diplomacy was rapidly starting to annoy. ‘That works for me,’ said Dale, looking at me. I shrugged. Bryan walked out of the bathroom. ‘Bryan, wanna go to Amsterdam or not?’ Brad cornered him instantly. ‘Hell, yeah!’ was the. He looked me in the eyes and said “Little girl, it’s hot in here. Why don’t you get up, turn around and open the window.”I realized all he wanted was to see the obscenely tight shorts covering my ass, but oddly I did it anyway. I felt hot and spacey again as I slowly turned and struggled with the window more than it really required so he could get a real good look at my ass.Suddenly I felt his breath on the back of my neck. He reached around me and opened the window. I could feel the dick. Something was up. I felt different. Over the next few days it dawned on me. I had feelings for Collette.At first I was tormented. I had never had feelings for another woman before. How did this happen? I thought.A week later it was time for my waxing. I felt tormented. How could I call her now. It took me five days to build up enough courage to call.Hi Collette, its me, Sarah, I said rather croakily. Sarah she exclaimed thank god you called, I wondered where you had got to, haven't. That night I slept at his condo. I had a tiny BR that his roommate had previously lived in. F. and me chatted for a long time about life & sex & life an more sex. I was getting quite excited by our sex words. My 5.5 inches was rock hard in my pants. It was getting late and we each prepared for bed. I had on my shorts , way too short cut off jeans. F. walked around in a see through male nightgown. We smoked a few joints and sat next to each other on the love .