I have no problem with you being gay." I didn't. Why should I give a shit? Still my best friend, y'know?"Well, I'm not exactly gay either..." What?" I...'s hard to explain..." Hey man, I've got time." Don't you have class tomorrow?"I sighed. I did have class. But I didn't care. I needed a break. And it sounded like Kevin needed to talk, so..."It'll be fine dude. Let's talk." He looked away, unsure. He blew some hair out of his face."You wanna get outta here?" I figured he wouldn't want anyone. Really fun overnight things, if you catch my drift. Okay?”“Yes, okay, I can see that. Thanks, it makes it easier.” It didn’t really, because I did catch the key.Still, it was a much more attractive image than I was thinking of. Church, for instance, screwed both the inbred daughters that he brought to the wife exchange. Even if they were hot it was still off-putting even for me to dance with them, as I had Friday night.Next we skated around what was involved with the meal. I mentioned hearing. I spent the rest of theafternoon trying on different pairs and wit her. Shelooked awesome in heels. I especially loved the thighhigh boots. A few times I saw her look and the bulgein my pants, as I was in a constant state of arousal,and smiled. About a month went by without either of us talkingabout it although I began fantasizing more of her inthe shoes and boots. Then, my parents had to leavetown to visit my brother at college and since I asstill in school, my neighbor agreed to look. ”“No sweat sugar. One of the rules in The Handbook for Girls is never ever count on the guy to think ahead. I’ve got us covered” and then she laughed and said “Excuse the pun.”I was no stranger to sex. On my eighteenth birthday my cousin Lou who was two years older and a college student took me to a frat house kegger and I got to pay a couple of visits to their mattress room. Lou gave me a handful of rubbers and insisted I use them.“Never know with these babes. Better safe than sorry.”Later on.