Anyway. I wasn't into guys, so I didn't notice those little 'things'...signals, whatever. I had a somewhat steady girlfriend, but she went abroad that...summer.Being 19 I was, it seemed, always thinking about sex. Loved jacking off to the 'Men's Magazine; I found in the guys locker room. I especially found the Frederick's of Hollywood the most exotic, because the lingerie, sexy heels, nylons and panties advertised was such a turn on for me.One Saturday, around noon, everybody but Charlie and I. My heart is racing as she comes to round the corner.I round the corner and grab her by the waist lifting her into the air. She lets out a shriek and drops her suitcase. She was initially startled but then came to laughter as she realized she wasn't in any real danger. I pushed her against the back of the couch and pressed my waist into hers. She asked, "Now? Where's mom and dad?" "They're gone," I say grinding my growing dick in between her legs. (I have been working out more frequently and. Her bedroom is all blue. Blue bed, blue walls, blue carpet, blue ceiling, blue everything. She then gets out the designs and shows them to me. One is of a small dragon and the other a small Aztec-style tattoo. She says she plans to have it at the foot of her back and then she pulls up her tight white shirt and slightly pulls down her blue skirt and places the tattoo design on her lower back and asks which I prefer. At this stage I realise I can see Holly’s butt line and feel a twinge in my. It wasn't all I needed, but it was a nicestart.I asked him if he was hungry. We drifted into the kitchen, where Istarted cooking him a bacon butty with Canadian bacon and poured him anice-cold local microbrew. We sat and talked. I remained in my Emmarole, practicing my posh accent and behavior and pretending to beequals with Mr. B... Mr. Baxter. William Baxter."So, you earned your Emma dress before I got back," he said."Four Emma dresses," I said proudly."Good lord. I'd better have a word with.