Sure, I had my issues: drugs, parties; boys, but overall I was nothing special. I had never thought of doing anything with the same sex. I was taught ...rom birth that I shouldn’t do that. But something changed my junior year. I fell in love. Introduction: The bell rang for the first day of school. I was excited as all girls get on the first day. I was here to make new friends. It was my goal. The previous years I never had many, but this. "She began to interrogate me about my dressing, its origins, the feelingsthat it gave me and whether I wanted to become a full time woman. Ianswered truthfully to all her questions and it appeared that she becamemore aroused as the questions went on. I admitted that I had a date witha man that night, and that I was seriously contemplating living theremainder of my life as a woman. After about thirty minutes ofquestioning she excused herself and retreated to her bedroom. I satthere wondering. After rinsing my hair, I got up and ambushed her, pushing her down, so she was lying down on her back on the peninsula. Lowering my fingers into her vagina, I brought my head down to her pussy and flicked my tongue over her clit as she giggled. "Hang on, Sam, I gotta piss!" she said, laughing, but I took no heed, and continued on, rubbing my hand over her pussy and watching it move, like a fluid. I continued to lick her entire pussy: her labia, clit, and the inside of her vagina. Then, I. She could scarce believe it was her standing in the sunny kitchen, watching a half naked man exercising in her backyard and feeling her body begin to drench itself in sexual awareness. It felt very very good. She absently rubbed the material of the dress shirt against her right nipple as she continued to watch him. Her nipple beaded harder and began to tingle pleasantly. She propped one knee on a nearby kitchen chair and slid her other hand down her body until she cupped her panty-covered.