Melinda's sexuality was Melly's sexuality. Her habits of teasingly communicating with men, were my habits of communications. I knew no other way to fe...l "authentic", even if I had wanted to behave differently. But my mother had a lifetime to prepare for who she was. I was just playing a role very well. The constant looks and remarks, the inappropriate touches, the disdain from other women, the charged, dangerous feel of sexual want in the air, was new to me. It was psychologically jarring to be. That is, until now…I finally did it. I adopted a dog! I know my landlord doesn’t allow animals and keeping a dog hidden will be difficult, but I’ve been fantasizing about owning a dog for ages and I just couldn’t take it anymore. If my landlord finds out about Spots—that’s my baby’s name—I guess I will just have to move. But for now, all that matters is that I finally own a dog.I’ve always hated shopping, so instead of spending weeks researching the best breed for what I had planned for my new. Waiting in the car for the call from Camille to say it was ok to come round. After waiting ten minutes Camille gives me a call and I make my way.Camille had left the door open for me to come in. She met me in the living room. Camille was wearing a turquoise bra and panties seeing her like this made me hard on sight. Hair was let down and she still had a slight tan from being in the sun.I made my way over to her and we began kissing each other. our kissing turned erotic, passionate, our hands. They both put on loose sweats with the tops rolled down onto their hips and loose t shirts with the neck and arms ripped off. They looked more like sisters than best friends. We all sit in the den and ate some dinner while talking and watching the TV. We started with some small talk about how things are at home and school. I notice that each time Jan leaned forward for more food I saw right into her shirt. She gave me a perfect view of her tits. I felt a little guilty, but didn't stop.