His fingers tangled with mine and we started to stroke up and down together. ‘Oh God.’ I arched when one of his fingers brushed over my clit. ‘T...at’s it, right there.’ ‘What? You like that?’ I nodded and pressed my head against the floor when he stroked me there again. I rocked my hips up and down in time to his prodding fingers. He stretched himself out on the floor next to me and started to kiss his way from my shoulder to my ear. He sucked on my ear lobe, exhaling warm breaths there and. One fell and the other twisted away, holding his forehead. I relieved him of his pistol and kicked him back where he had come from. I dragged the unconscious man out the front door and dropped him by the horse trough."That ain't neighborly," the red-head said to me, standing only a yard away, a big pistol in his hand, fully cocked and aimed at my stomach. I handed him his man's gun and walked back inside to order another beer."Come sit with me," the man growled, putting both pistols in his. She'd even emailed him pictures after she'd gotten her first wax job, to make sure she'd gotten the upside down triangle of hair just the way he wanted it.She had, and his praise to her had made her flush with pleasure, as giddy as a young girl who'd pleased a parent she adored. She'd gotten angry at herself, vowed to never read his emails again, to tell him it was over, she wasn't going to do the next thing he told her to ... yet she hadn't.She'd worn shorter and shorter skirts, never pants,. I didn’t even experiment. I was in denial for a long time. Eventually, I began to do a little exploring. I read books about people who were gay or bisexual. I discovered that not all gay men were effeminate like the stereotypes said but many were as masculine in appearance and behavior as straight men were. This pleased me a great deal. While I was at Bay State, a friend named Greg took me to fraternity meetings at a nearby school. This fraternity was made up exclusively of young men who were.