Almost boring. But we disappeared into the fields during our lunch breaks and wanked each other off, or slipped back to her Mum's where I'd fuck her f...om behind whilst fingering her tight little ass. She was privately wild and insatiable. But she was nothing compared to the older women I loved. I took a lecturer in psychology as a lover. She was in her early 50s, divorced and utterly craved intellectual sex. She was highly educated and incredibly intelligent, but she yearned to be loved. Truly. We all listened to the music playing in the background and felt comfortable with our silence, I watched the shadows flicker on the wall as the candle danced to the music.Next thing I saw was Sarah kissing Paul, tiny pecks at first then lingering a little longer each time until her lips were pressing against his and becoming more passionate. This was an unusual turn of events to say the least, my mind fogged by the wine but somehow figuring that feelings of loss can sometimes manifest into. Shealso mentioned that I was demonstrating a gracefulness that allowed meto dance a female part. I told her how flattered I was, and that ofcourse I was OK with dancing that same part as the girls! I tried(unsuccessfully) to hide my excitement which made Miss Ellen smile.After class Miss Ellen told us that we should each bring a check for$150 to the next class to pay for costumes, which we'd have by thefollowing week. Tiffany and I packed up our things and her mom came andpicked us up to. Would it become the wedge that would separate us? Would I ever see it bloom?All week I had expected a letter to arrive from Danny. I had not heard anything from him since the telephone call a week before. Had something happened to him? Had he been able to get back to camp? Had I given him reason to suspect something was wrong?It was the same at work. Doubts clouded my mind. Did my fellow workers harbor suspicions about me? How could they know? I told myself to square my shoulders and look them.