It was during one of the countless times that my parents were out of town. Like I said, I was 19 years old at the time. Trisha was in her mid-thirties... We were hanging out on a Friday night at about 10 o'clock when she started the conversation:“I can't believe that you have nothing better to do right now on a Friday Night than hang out with me in my room listening to music,” she stated. “You are 19 years old boy, and a strapping 19 year old at that! Surely you could have any girl that you. My first entry was pretty simple. I wrote my name, and how I felt whenI finally set my true self free. I wished I could just be me, but Iknew it couldn't be for now. I did say that I wished for a way to justbe me. I felt tears well up in my eyes as I tried to put on paper theway I had felt when I first saw the girl in the mirror. Could it everbe so?I went to bed, and tossed and turned for a while. I knew it wouldn't beeasy to get up for school in the morning if I didn't go to sleep,. ”Julie’s expression was like a person who’d crossed into an alternate universe where they didn’t understand any of the rules.When she asked, “Rick, may I wear something?” she sounded confused.“You are,” I replied with a grin.She blushed and scowled. “Besides this rope around my neck,” she said curtly.“I like you in that. It has a certain savior faire.”“You don’t even know what that means,” she snapped. “I’m getting dressed.”“No, you’re not.”“Try and stop me!”I did stop her, which was an. With his support, I wrapped both legs around his waist and held him tight against my body. Rubbing against me, it felt like pure heaven. The overwhelming senses in the embrace took my breath away, his tongue dancing with mine, our lips parting now and again to gasp into each others' mouths. The smell of his cologne mingled with the smell of his desire and alcohol. His erection was pushing harder against my clit, creating ripples of delight through my body. The feeling of his muscles holding me.