The task was made very easy because Zoe was very beautiful (but shy), and she felt more comfortable with the nerdy me rather than the muscle-head foot...all jocks.Like me, Zoe was 16 years old. She was fairly tall at 5ft 8ins tall, short blonde wavy hair, and with a slim curvy body.My name is Grant and I am 6ft tall. I don't play football but I do keep myself fit and in good shape by regular gym sessions away from the school (to avoid the gym junkies at school).We progressed from being together. I also had on a light blue skirtwith a white lace trimmed slip under it.A look at my chest found two bulges in a sheer white top through whicha lace covered camisole was clearly visible. I hesitated for a secondthen glanced down below my beltline. There was no doubt left now, Iwasn't a guy all done up in women's clothes, I was unmistakably female!I finished up and readjusted my clothes as if I'd been doing this allmy life (well I guess you could say that I had been!) and stepped outof the. ’ You can never go wrong with polite recognition of authority. The conversation dragged on from here, as usual. Yes, college was going great. No, I didn’t have a boyfriend. Yes, I think I’ve grown, too! But all I could concentrate on was the man whose eyes I could feel burning my skin. He made me feel so… Uneasy. All I could return to him was a few nervous glances, and occasional stunned eye contact. Until finally, with champagne running through my veins, I marched my wobbly legs right up to. We were watching a couple of older men having sex in the bushes and, as it usually did, it had got both Trevor and myself quite aroused. What had got us hard was that the two guys were having quite a heavy sex session and had moved on from a bit of cock rubbing to one of the men dropping his trousers and Y fronts, kneeling down in front of the other guy and was then giving him a good fucking. While all this was going on Trevor and I had both got our cocks out and were wanking each other whilst.