She’s a bigger girl… not fat, just…generous. Curvy, even, and her perfect white skin with her red lipstick are driving me crazy for some reason....he’s reading a book, oblivious to the crowded train, engrossed in a novel. I’m staring at her from across the train, and I can’t keep my eyes off her crossed legs, clad in black nylon, a mid calf skirt covering them. My eyes trail up to her breasts. I catch a suggestion of what must be huge breasts under her conservative suit jacket and impossibly. Some blood is sweeter than others. Virginal blood is the tastiest. Stanley wondered if Iris was a virgin. She kind of looked like one. She was pretty but very awkward which could mean she was a virgin. Stanley would find out when he took her to bed.Stanley spent hours talking to Iris. She felt comfortable with him. Stanley sat on the same side of the booth and whispered sweet things in her ear. He moved her face towards him and kissed her softly on her lips. He pushed his tongue into. I’d invited her here for exactly one purpose. She knew it. I knew it. But I wanted to make sure.“You do realize where that leads, right?”Meredith laughed, hard, “Because I don’t understand that going to a guy’s hotel room means there’s a good chance we’ll have sex?”“Never mind,” I chuckled. “But there’s an issue of STD tests. They’re mandatory.”“I had one as part of my physical just before school started three weeks ago. And I haven’t been with anyone since the test. I assume you’ve had. Thenrolling on her back she tells me to lick the rest of it off her body. As Iconcentrate an the task at hand, my nipples hurt and my asshole feels likeit's on fire but I am also the happiest girl in the world.Now I not much of a betting man, so to speck. As a matter of fact I guesslooking at me hanging here in my cheerleader uniform, high-heels andmakeup you probable wouldn't think of me as a man at all. But despite thefact that I love to dress in woman's cloth, my little head still rules.