He was in women's shoes in cream leather with a slight heel.He was taller than me anyway, but in heels he looked like what my Momwould have called wil...owy.His quite long dyed straw coloured hair had now grown long enough to befashioned into a neat ponytail tied with a pale blue bow to match thedress. The ponytail bobbed sort of mockingly as the poor boy exertedhimself in the task that Miss Grace had set him.I could smell the perfume Miss G seemed to love to douse the poor kid in.It was. My birthday came and they had a cake for me at school. The other kidswere surprised that I was 16 and not 13 as they believed. Before thisall happened, I had hoped for a car for my birthday. Instead all Ireceived were a couple of dresses. I'm sure the kids thought that I wascrying from joy, and not from intense sadness at my predicament.After school the next day I went to Mrs. Kline's house for my mathtutoring with Michael. He seemed to be acting a bit strange when heopened the door for me, but. My fingers were soaked with the juices of my pussy, and I did as I always did after I had cum and put them straight to my mouth, savouring the taste of my own cunt juices.That night when my boy friend phoned, I told him not to come over. I had other plans, and went to bed with strange thoughts in my mind. I wanted to lick another girls clit like that. I wanted to push my fingers between another girls swollen pussy lips. I wanted to taste another woman's juices, and I wanted to know what it. After a while I figured it may be more convenient to sit at the big bar rather than at a distant table, because that’s where Gerda’s work place was. And sure enough, whenever she had a free moment she walked over to me behind the bar and we started to talk. One day when I paid my bill, she put a little note under the change money on the bar which said, "Come to the Krone tomorrow at 8”.The Krone was a hall where a band played for dancing on Saturdays, but typical in those days, only couples.