Yet, I knew exactly what that was. It was the neighbouring dorm's bedposts trying to break through the thin walls. That's not all though. She was hard...y being quiet. I used to like Sarah when she first moved in as a freshman. She was sweet, kind, and had a smile that could melt your heart if you gazed at its pearly beauty for too long. Girls like Sarah are the reason I am bisexual, which is a very recent revelation for me.Before I moved upstate for college I did not dare identify as anything. Just what I wanted. I needed to break freefrom the plain colors.I found my size and picked it off of the rack. I walked right up to theSA and asked "could I try this on?" I said with a hopeful gaze. "Suresweetie!" she says with a cocked head and full smile. Wow im going toactually try on a dress in the store! She walks me over to the dressingroom. The sound of her heels clicking across the wooded floor tickledmy brain. She set me up in the dressing room. I get out of my boycover and down. Wanda looked him over from red face to sock feet. His mouth was working soundlessly like a fish out of water and he kept fumbling and hiding behind the wads of clothes he'd dragged over himself. She put her own bundle of clothes in the dirty clothes hamper and leaned against the washer, looking right into his face."You need some help, honey?" she said slowly, measuring every word.His hands stopped fumbling and he stood terrified, his tongue coming out to wet his lips. "What... what kind of. His was a work of art, the kind of cock that just begs to be kissed, licked and given a massive amount of attention. It was the kind of dick that would make a straight guy consider sucking cock, just because it was so good looking. Seeing our cocks getting hard and feeling his finger inside me twisting and turning, pushing and pulling made me lose myself in the moment. I gently took his balls in my free hand, caressing the smooth skin of his sack. I softly working my way to his shaft, making.