She yelled back, her voice not entirely female,but certainly containing no hints of manliness, "Coming, sir!" She tookone last look in the mirror and ...hought back again to that night. Thatnight four months ago that started so playfully, so innocently. Thatnight where she lost her manhood, her dignity and her virginity.Chapter 6:The hike back to her house was miserable. It was a Friday night and oneof the first nice evenings of spring. Families were outside grilling,couples were on moonlit. With her words, I slid it back up. “You keep overshooting.” Without thinking about what I was saying, I said, “Well, it’s hard to know what I’m doing without seeing the original!”A little mortified, I looked up at her smile that said, “Really, Brian?” After a few seconds, we both started laughing. Then, in a moment that I will never forget, she jumped off my lap, took hold of the bottom of her shirt, smiled, and started to raise the garment.“Fine,” she said, as the blue fabric peeled away from. I'm certain that he is straight so nothing will everhappen. I've even got a girlfriend (the beautiful Helen Tucker, 15years old with great tits and lusted after by most boys in myyear) I should think of myself as lucky, but I'm always thinkingof Adam while I'm fucking Helen bandy. Jesus, why am I such adirty deviant bastard? I dunno where it all comes from, but I justcan't help myself. I wish I could be like Adam, you know normal,just fancy girls and that be enough for me. Not lusting. I would take a bet that instead of her normal minimizer bra, she was wearing a push-up. Her 36-DDs were certainly on display.When she saw me coming down the hallway, she ran to meet me with a body-crushing hug and passionate kiss. I picked her up and carried her out of the traffic aisle, returning her hug and kiss. "Oh, my! I have missed you!" she gushed."I missed you as well. It is so wonderful to be back together."We hugged and kissed again, then held each other while waiting for the luggage.