Each time Tom would try to approach me I kept thinkingabout that Friday night. The one time we did make love I remembercomparing his lovemaking to Cra...g's brutal intercourse. I didn't enjoyTom that night at all. It was so cold so dispassionate, I think Tomfinally got the message. 10 days later, about 7:00 one night I came downstairs and heard people talking in the living room. "What happened lastweekend, she hasn't been the same since?" There was an edge on Tom'svoice when he spoke. "She seemed. He had threeorgasms before Jean finally came. This was great. He was beginning to wonderif he wanted to switch back."Well, Sam," said Jean, "You sure seemed to like it as a woman. I'm gonna letyou stay this way until tomorrow. Now go get breakfast on while I take ashower."Jean got up and went into the bathroom. Sam was at a loss. He had a whitegooey mess leaking out of him, making him feel a bit dirty. Anyway, he had noclue as to how to cook breakfast. It had been 17 years since he had been. “You already did,” he smirked. “That’s what got us here. I just can’t figure out why you’re acting like you don’t want to do it again.”“Doing it the first time was the single biggest mistake of my life,” I spat. “You caught me at a moment of weakness and I’ve regretted it ever since.”“Then why is your robe still open?” he smirked.“Because, there’s nothing to hide,” I said. “You’ve already seen everything, and there is absolutely no chance of anything happening between us. The sight of you makes. Celebrating at John's place was always that weird feeling of having someone stare at you all the time. Alex was a pretty normal kid for a dork, as usual, dressed in the slack clothes of high schoolers everywhere. John tried to keep him interested in things, but I bet his brother would have been just as happy sitting in front of a computer, jacking off to whatever porn kids read these days. Except, when I come over ... of course.Blond hair, blue eyes, flattering figure ... I swear John uses me.