But it was quite clear that neither of us wanted to go anywhere – except the bedroom. How long could we drag out this drink and conversational chara...e of “getting to know each other.” We had done that on chat. We knew each other’s likes, dislike and sexual fantasies. And now we had confirmed that final piece – did we click when we met?We did.I can’t remember what we talked about. She was polite enough not to gulp down her martini too fast. When she did, I was polite enough to ask if she’d like. She wound nottouch my cock, but made me jerk off for her. She also had me learn howto get her off with my mouth. She said that this is how girl pleasedeach other. At the end of that summer she went to live with a realgirl, I guess that she was really lesbian and her time with me was justsome experimentation.I had a growing second set of clothes. In my room I had all my boysthings and in my loft I had all the skirts, dresses and other sexythings that Sharon and I collected, bought, or borrowed.. I do have several female friends who are either a bit older (mature) or who don't want to be in a relationship, but do miss and crave sex. Our parties and meetings catered to that.It's all about the women, and not the men.There is lots of sex with no strings attached. We even had a situation where a desperate female friend wanted a baby and asked me for help. I arranged a party with very trusted men and explained to them what was needed. Several volunteered to help her out and she chose one of. Doreen looked over Lois’s shoulder at the clock on her bedside table. ‘It’s a little after seven o’clock,’ she said. Lois sat up. ‘Doreen…I…I really have to go, soon,’ she said. ‘I have papers to correct and a test to prepare.’ She stretched , an activity that made her bare breasts move delightfully. Then she got out of bed and walked to the bathroom. Before she went into the bathroom, she turned and looked back at Doreen, who still lay in bed. ‘Care to join me for a shower?’ she asked. ‘You.