I suggested a night out, dinner, etc.; but she said she just wanted me, and asked for my address.By this time I had run through Slutty #1 and #2, and ...as just getting random pussy on the side (more stories later). I gave her my address and she promptly called to warn me she was on the way. I did convince her to go out, if only for coffee. Her reason: beer left a funny aftertaste to cum. OK, at least she knew what she didn't like!We got back to my apartment, and she wanted me to walk her around. She kept rubbing breasts to breasts and began to lower herself down my body. She kissed my tummy and I knew I stopped breathing for a few seconds and held my breath. She got up and looked at me. "Sarah, I'm going to kiss you down there. If you feel way too awkward, tell me and I will stop."After saying that, she turned and laid on me in a sixty-nine position. I knew this was what lesbians did and I wasn't one but I was going to go through it this one time. I didn't know how far I would let. She smiled at Dorie Lou as she finishedchecking."Sensitive are they?" Yess! Very," gasped Dorie Lou."Well that's normal."Simone's eyes widened with appreciation. 'Could her own nipples actuallyget more sensitive?' she asked herself.Doctor Wendy glanced up at Simone and smiled knowingly, almost as if shecould read Simone's mind."Yes darling, it actually gets better. Doesn't it Dorie?"Dorie Lou nodded her head vigorously and squeezed Simone's hand toconfirm it. The doctor smiled then continued. Anything that came along to brighten the drab grey of the damp city street was welcome, and I used to spend hours standing at the window eyeing women passing along the street below, my eyes taking in every sway of their hips as they crisscrossed the street.It had been a warm summer and lots of girls were wearing short skirts or dresses. I loved watching their slim legs as they sauntered along the pavement. I spent hours guessing which were wearing stockings beneath those swaying hem-lines,.