He used his hand and pulled my dress and bra away so he could expose my breast, lowering his head and taking my nipple into his mouth. It was warm and...wet; his lips tender on my breast and his tongue like velvet as he flicked it around my nipple. The amazing part about petting and making out is that although it’s my right tit with his hand, it’s my whole body that is energized throughout. Passion and pleasure just pours through me.As I look out the window to the ever darkening of the sky and. Can I talk to you a minute?’ ‘Yea sure James, what’s up?’ ‘Um, I’m not sure if you’d be interested but, the football team is holding tryouts next week for a new receiver. Two of ours got injured in the first couple of games and we need to find replacements. One of the guys we have filling in the position now is awful, he’s a forward tackle, but the only thing we had. Coach is holding open auditions, to all classes, because he’s not too happy with his JV guys this year either. We need at least. Whatwas super strange was that I was swimming under water and having notrouble breathing. I then realised I was now a goldfish in Mike's tankswimming with all the other fish. I had my mind but I was now in the bodyof a goldfish. Just as quickly My eyes shut again and I was lying on thefloor soaking wet and spluttering for air."How was that John?" Mike asked."Absolutely awesome" was my reply. I loved the thought of being trappedin the fish bowl and completely at the mercy of someone else. I was. At one point, I even wondered whether she was transsexual, which may have explained her shyness at exposing herself fully to me. I parked that thought as all her other aspects didn’t bear it out.Our relationship did eventually become more normal. We did eventually stay with each other on weekends. I think it was me that suggested she come down to mine and stay over on the Friday night. She agreed. I thought it was the start of something beautiful between us; even though questions of doubt had.