A dim overlay of light shone softly on his face. Feathery breaths escaped parted lips; dewy and rich, capable of broad, curlicue smirks. He wore a sno...y shirt in bed, three buttons left unfastened at the hem. One of the tails had fallen aside and the other bunched shyly above the waistband of his trousers. With eager fingertips, Veronica lifted the shirt then smoothed down creamy bare skin; skating along his washboard belly to reach the closures of his slacks. The waistband of his white shorts. Thwump. Thwump.From somewhere inside the house, he heard a voice yell, "Enter, you oaf! The door's not locked, you moronic idiot!" Rude fucker, the man thought as he pushed on the heavy door, bent down, and then went in.The inside of the place was something else altogether. It was a hodge-podge of colors, as if some demented interior decorator had decided it would be so much fun to use every color in the rainbow, and more than once. But, to the man, it also had a strange hominess to it. This is. Promise. I swear to God.”“Don’t bring God into this matter you fool. Shut up! And go ahead kiss me”.I started inching towards her. And finally, my lips touched hers. Starting with lips, slowly I dug my tongue into her lips.Slowly we came closer to each other. And took each other into our arms. Her towel slipped off exposing her breasts but she didn’t mind this time.After minutes of kissing I started kissing her neck while she set let out soft moans and my hands eventually reached her breasts.. I would never do anything with her…but I can’t help but imagine.” Chuck’s hand found my thigh and slid beneath the edges of the skirt. Despite myself I felt a strange stirring between my legs. But I still couldn’t move. “You can’t imagine what it’s like, Alan,” he said, sliding closer. “A guy has needs, sometimes needs he can’t do anything about.” “I understand,” I answered. “I’m not gay,” he said. “I don’t like men. But seeing you in Susan’s clothes just reminds me of all of those.