"You must wake, Miguel," a male voice accented with British inflections said.I shook my head."The woman is ready for him to feed on, Robert," another ...ale voice said.I shook my head even harder and rolled over. I tried to swim back into the welcoming arms of nothingness."What is he doing?" male voices asked together."How would I know?" the British voice answered with anger. "I haven't been human in a hundred and fifty years."The swimming was not carrying me away from the voices; I was being. "Well you said you're not a fag, but youdidn't say you weren't a sissy so you must be a sissy then." No I'm not a sissy either." I twist my hair around my finger as Cindywatches me acting girly.Cindy stares at me and smiles with that look that she doesn't believe I'mnot a sissy. "Whatever Karen, let's go. The bus is stopping and I'll showyou where your homeroom is. You will like this school, it's pretty mellowexcept for people like the boys at our bus stop."We get off the bus and start walking. Mandy came up with a fun idea. They would pull a switch with the guys in the same bed. They had fucked together before, but now it was time to do it again, but this time pull a switch.While Mindy was a total slut, Mandy was in a class by herself, something that had not gone unnoticed by Mr. Addison, an English teacher at Galion High School. Mandy would often flash him from the front row of the classroom. At first, she would flash him exposing her panties, but had gone the route by removing her. Slow, slutty tongue fencing as you two start to give into the passion that only this act has. You couldn't kiss another man like this. What would be the point? It's the sheer wanton act of kissing a girl you ache for some nights. Her wet little feminine kisses matching yours as your lipstick smears lightly on hers making a slightly tacky and sticky feel. Lips lightly stuck together in the fresh red paint as she lets out a needy coo and pushes her tongue hotly, wetly, into your eager little.