This may not seem much of a problem, but when you combine it with a deep seated insecurity that makes me sure that they’ll never be interested in lo...ing me back, it produces quite a few problems. The first is an unwillingness, or rather an inability, to express my feelings. The first time I fell in love was when I was fourteen. It was with a girl who used to go to the school across the road from mine. But I couldn’t even bring myself to talk to her let alone ask her out. We used to get the same. He came back out and kissed me on the lips. His face was wet he tasted… well I can't explain the taste but it wasn't bad. The more I thought about it the more I realized I liked it. I followed him in here and you was asleep. The wet spot on the bed, the kiss, hearing you moaning and thinking of what happened last night. I came right then without even touching myself. I'd took off my panties before leaving my room because I knew they would be wet like last night. I realized your cum is what I. This is absolutely delicious. I said. I really wished you cooked more often. Well, i dont want my friends to think of me as a freak. He said with a tone of sadness. They wont if theyre truly your friends. I tried to be supportive. Im not very good at it. I dont think they will understand though. He said. I do. And were friends right? I asked. Yeah See, theres a start. Already 1 friend who understands. I said smiling. Good. He smiled back. We finished the food and kept talking. We talked for. He had the cheekiest smile on his face as he walked toward me. His kiss was unlockingly welcoming, his hands groped my ass without anyone noticing. He held me against him to let me know the next thing he wanted to do was had nothing to do with standing in an airport arrival curb in front of dozens of travelers and taxicabs. We got into the car and he said, ‘I need to get to the Townsend. I have a meeting.’ ‘A meeting? Really?’ I was a bit disappointed, but I sometimes knew work was sometimes.