She hung on to him for the entire night. Somehow, Nate had found a way to talk to her. He hoped she would come, wanting to resolve the blunder that ha... nearly ended their friendship. She was naturally thrilled to be again considered his friend and took it as a sign that he was not lost to her yet. But Nate, to the jealousy of both of the women in his life, found another person to catch his eye. She was dark haired, with just a hint of light brown in the gentle curls that fell around her oval. I was filthy and smelled bad. He brought me into the bathroom and drew me a bath. It was the nicest thing anybody had done for me lately. He poured nice smelling bubbles into the bath. He stood there and washed and conditioned my hair. He carefully washed my body. He wrapped me in a towel and told me to follow him.He brought me to the bedroom and put me on the bed. He told me he would care for me, but expected me to love him. He’d let me stay in his house just as long as we had sex together. At. To my surprise she began to groan, my touch was turning her on, I slipped my fingertip into the soft orifice, her groans increased, she was loving it. I asked if she would like more, her nod, gave me the OK and as she was laying, face down on her bed, I stooped to kiss this most secret of places. I was surprised there being no evil taste, my tongue seeking the edges of the ring, even penetrating the tight muscle, wetting it and lubricating it for the finger we both knew would soon follow. She. Until I confessed to my being "different".At first, she was as supportive as anybody could be expected to be. More thansupportive - believe it or not, she was actually playful and caring.Occasionally, when we were alone. Linda would call me by my femme name, ordiscuss the finer points of what childhood was like for a little girl in the1930's. She often told me she wished we had met as kids, and constructedelaborate fantasies of our growing up next door to each other, girlfriendstogether through.