” She reached out and gently wrapped her hand around my cock. My mouth opened involuntarily and let out a slight gasp. The feeling of someone else t...uching my penis was still strange and wonderful. “Want me to take care of him now?”I didn’t look away from her hand and could only manage a slight nod. Even though I now completely remembered the events of last night, it still seemed surreal. She must’ve seen my nod out of the corner of her eye, because she started stroking me without asking again.. If you’d just let me explain.” Melody held up her palm in front of my face. I cringed for a second thinking she was going to slap me. Then she pulled some gangsta rap thing on me out of the blue.“Talk to the hand, asshole. I’m not listening.” Then she stormed off and I didn’t see her again the rest of the day.Shit! Just when I thought I might have a handle on my life. I hate this fucking school. I should just kill myself. Why do I have all this drama? I’m an artist, not an actor, Jim.I went. The Boyfriend suggested (apparently he had studied-up on this subject, just like him with his perverted mind) that i first cut it as short as possible with scissors and then shave. i grabbed the best shears i owned, very good fabric shears that i paid alot for at Joann Fabrics. They were big, really too big to comfortably do some of the close work, but i had no haircutting shears (my boyfriend, whose mind is always jumping on to the craziest things asked whether i thought that they made special. I arrived back at my house and checked to see if anyone was home."Good," I thought, "the coast is clear." Throwing the bag on my bed, Iquickly undressed. I glanced at my penis in the mirror, imaging justwhat sort of pleasures this would bring. I took the stockings out oftheir packaging and slowly slid them up my legs. Next came the panties,which felt odd rubbing against my penis, but I persevered. Last but notleast, I grabbed the bra. After I put it on, I'd slide the apples in,and my outfit.