Well, how have you been?” she asked as she pointed for me to take a seat. Mrs Melon, was my best friends’ mother. Steve and I go way back,...we know go to the same university.“Great Mrs Melon…I feel great, and I’ve got a big date tonight” I replied. “Ohh lucky you, by the way, I told you many times before to call me Helen.I’m not a stranger.”“Yeah, right on, sorry I forgot about that, Helen”. I replied “So, a BIG date. "No one wouldthink you're any less of a man if you get beat after putting up a fairfight, even if you get beat by a woman." I guess not," I said."And if you wear a dress because you're made to wear one?" she said. "Ifa woman, stronger than you, makes you wear a dress, that doesn't makeyou any less of a man, does it?" I guess not?" I said warily."Now, if you know in advance you're going to get beat," she continued."Why not save yourself the trouble and put a dress on right away?" Please, Sarah,. “That would be a great idea! This is why I love being friends with you, Scott! You come up with the best things for everyone to do together.” There had been a subtle, but unmasked emphasis on that dreaded F-word: friends.Scott didn’t push the issue after that remark.After getting home, Scott retired to his room almost instantly. He took the sheet with the girls’ names on it down from his board and scratched off the three names. One taken, one liar and one friendzone. It hadn’t been a good. My pussy dampened again as I lowered Greet’s repressions and emphasized her desires, making her smooth and receptive to my thoughts. ‘Come here Greet’, I thought, and she walked to me. ‘Kneel.’ Greet feel to her knees by my open legs. I stroked her hair gently with one hand. ‘Now then Greet, I want you to feel the full force of your desires.’ Greet moaned a little, and looked right into my eyes. Her lips were moist and her mouth slightly parted. ‘I want you to focus all those desires on me.