./' A voice off to one side answered '...don't worry you're with people that care about you and will take care of you...' I nodded my head and answere... '...yeah, OK...' My rescuer pressed down on the back of my head till I engaged his penis again. I suddenly felt myself being moved around and a cool breeze over my buttocks, I thought to myself {why am I on my knees sucking...and who is this...' I stopped and raised up on my knees and tried to focus on the face of my partner. He spoke to some. Iwanted to run away, rid myself of this demon inside that told me I was agirl, and become the man he expected of me. Instead, I was frozen on thecouch, unable to deny the truth I knew lay inside. His lips quiveredwhenever he looked at me, yet the softness he tried so hard to hide wasthere, plain as day, written on his face in tears and a tense smile.Time passed slowly, creeping by me as if almost stopped. Mom squeezed myhand again in support as I rose up and stood, perched in the heels, myknees. You never push, you never try to force me in any way. Women...appreciate that a lot as most guys will try to do the old "Oops, it was an accident...", but you've never done anything that wasn't 100% wanted by me...it's very sweet." Well, it's pretty damn good the way it is, why push the issue?" he asks."Exactly." I reply, but a look on his face makes me think. Is he totally happy with what we do? Is there something he'd like to do, but won't ask? I love the guy, so I'm going to keep all lines. "Your boyfriend?" I nodded spastically. "You're dating this geek?" asked another one, like he couldn'tbelieve that geeks could date at all. "Uh, yeah," I finally lied when it looked like they were go throughme and go after George again. Feeling like I was walking on eggshells,I grabbed George's hand. "He just, you know, sometimes he gets kindof... enthusiastic." George was looking at me like I was crazy. Isqueezed his hand in Morse code, twice D which meant "Do it." .