."As we lay there in her bed she told me about what Davy said as well assome of the other kids, then we talked about what it was like to kiss aboy and...how it made us feel. That was the big question for me. How did itmake me feel? At the time it happened I felt like a girl, and didn't mindit a bit, although I knew that if anyone found out who I really was Iwould just die, but at that point, I didn't care. Davy stuck his tonguein my mouth and I was eagerly accepting him, even playing twister with. I was however very much focussed on studies and sports and only occasionally considered male students.I roomed in a college and had men on the landing around me; this was fairly sheltered and all of them were theological students. Potential vicars did nothing for me; however the capacity to tease did exist sexually and I did consider trying to see what effect I might have if I was feeling aroused. One day in warm weather I was cycling back to my room in a short skirt and feeling very horny and. I thought sure I’d locked my bedroom door. “Tommy,” (Greta was the only person I’d ever heard call my father Tommy, rather than Tom) “ I’ll tell ya, he didn’t spill a drop, or that Billy boy don’t pop a real big load yet, but which ever way it was, your boy sure did love drinking down whatever he got.” I wanted to die. I couldn’t believe it. Nothing could have been worse. I stared at Greta, in shock, and even though everything inside me was telling me to look at my father, to. “God…. saying that was such fun! And then I smacked Jennifer on the ass!” “Now that we have things semi sorted out….let’s move to my house, fix dinner when we get hungry and maybe take a swim.”“Should we bring our bikinis” asked Ellen grinning ear to ear.“Why” I replied, “I doubt they’d stay on long anyway.” Besides…I’ve got plenty of tee shirts you can wear if you get cold or the police show up.“Let’s go!”A few minutes later we were in my back yard….Jennifer was gloriously naked splashing.