At twenty-two years old I was what one could consider a skinny guy, though not at all bony. I looked rather androgynous really, which helped me inasmu...h as I enjoyed dressing up as a girl for private pleasure. I say private pleasure because I had never plucked up the courage to go out in public. In fact, I had never even told anyone about my cross-dressing. I also say private because the act of dressing up as a girl invariably resulted in sexual pleasure through masturbation. Ever since I was a. Mark with one arm around Jules reached out to reciprocate his friend’s gesture. “Jenny can’t wait to see you both,” he said earnestly.Jules stepped back to Steve’s side, playfully slapping his shoulder. “You never told me that Mark and Jenny were here.”Steve smiled back, “There is lots more in stall for you.”“I have to go,” Mark interrupted. “I have a few things to do before knocking off. I was just making sure that you had made it in all right and I would see you at the Tavern tonight.” He. Her feet are a perfect size 10 and she always has a very nice sexy pedicure. Of course being an unselfish lover, I make sure she is properly taken care of before I indulge my foot fetish with her perfectly scented toes. She is a multiple orgasm lover that has female ejaculations with each orgasm. Although that is for another story, I will say that I love it when she comes in my mouth while I’m licking and kissing her swollen clit. Afterwards, she allows me to do anything I want, and her. You see, the biggest secret in my life was that I had no interest in men. None what's so ever. I talk and joked with them, worked with them, matter of fact I even climbed and played sports with them... but I wasn't into men. No... I was learning that I found a woman's body far more interesting and enticing to me. I guess I was what one would or could call a 'closet lesbian'.We settled down after the pizza came and Rhonda told me of her disastrous date. I felt bad for her... but while she was.