Her light brown hair was always pulled back severely from her face in a utilitarian pony-tail, and while she showed her body off with as much abandon ...s her friends did to all the men at the camping, I was sure that she was at least bi, if not lesbian. Still, she had always been friendly towards me; I think she could sense that she was not my type and that I was not interested in her in that way. I still enjoyed watching her cat-like movements though, and her muscles smoothly gliding under her. When I moved into my new apartment I had thoughts of hope and change.However, I quickly went back to my old habits of looking up photos ofbitchy female celebrities on the internet. I would look at these womenand imagine how they would laugh at my small penis and how theirboyfriends were well hung real men. At work I thought about trying to geta date with some of the women there but I wasn't impressed by theirpersonalities, they didn't have the haughty attitude I was looking for.Over the weekend. It felt just great. I kissed her, played with her breast, kissed her all over. I lifted her sari and fingered her pussy. It was intense, I continued to finger her and she had an orgasm in some time.We both went to bathroom and cleaned. I cleaned my dick and helped her wash her pussy. I was still high on the situation and I took her back to the room. I started kissing her again lying above her. Slowly, I went downwards and started sucking her pussy again. She asked me to bring my dick towards. We bought jeans and dresses, blouses that were cut for my size and skirts. She bought me shoes and even took me accessory shopping. I was in heaven. When I got home, I laid everything out on my bed and decided that on Monday, I was going to become a different person. I chose the sexiest bra and panty combination I had bought: Black lace with a black thong and a black A-line dress that bunched just under my chest with a V-shaped neck line that provided more than enough cleavage and barely.