I told her that I would try it. She told me to trust her, so I decided too. It might be fun. She told me to try to kiss her. So I leaned in an... gave her a kiss. Her lips were soft and a little wet. It wasn't gross like I thought it would be. Then she leaned into me and started kissing me quite a lot harder than what I had kissed her. Her hand went to the back of my neck and she started running her fingers lightly across my neck. It sent little shivers up and down my spine. Her. "You got me all wet," she giggled."Oh." I smiled and talking about sex made me feel weird.I mean, I didn't even want to swear in front of her, and I didn't like swearing anyway, but Angie was a girl, you know? Boys could say stuff, like joke around and be kinda crude, girls too probably, it was just that I didn't think Angie would like it. Or something. I was scared just to tell her I liked her tits."I used to dream about this," Angie told me, getting closer and putting her face in my black. Tim let out a weak whimpering, girlish moan as his head fell forward.The ropes and the leather straps creaked and the satin dress swishedslightly as he collapsed but to only swing gently, nearly on the vergeof passing out!"Poor little sissy, all tired out already?" Madge said with falseconcern knowing full well what she was putting him through. "Little boysshouldn't wear ladies clothes should they Timmy, hummm?" she questioned."Mmmph, mmmf!!" he replied shaking his head "NO" sharply from left. If she is, then call Jill back and tell her that you spoke with me and I said that it is OK for you to have her over for dinner. That will get a burr under her saddle right from the start! We'll talk more about it tonight or tomorrow morning." OK, sir," she said. "Thank you for making these decisions for me." I love you, Becky." I told her. Then I went back to work.When I got home that night, the apartment was empty. I thought about Becky and Jamie and Rachel and Joan, and I sort of wished I.