Maybe I was so nervous because of the sex. For, you see, I am a pro when it comes to online and phone sex, but when it comes to the real stuff, my exp...rience falls short. Also, Lina was going to be my first woman. I heaved another anxious sigh, my breath fogging up the slightly chilled glass of the window. Well, it wasn't like I have had a lot of men either. My apprehensive thoughts continued to swirl around my head until the bus came to a stop. My final stop.I looked out my window, and there. "If he had seen you and Terry out there on the floor, what would he have done" he asked me? "He would have watched for a little bit, then most definitely joined us" I replied "If he'd seen you and me out there, what would he have done" he asked? "Pretty much the same, he would have joined in" I explained, advising that he would be arriving in a little while. "Cool" Johnny replied, motioning me to sit by him in the rounded corner table seat, as the young waitress delivered another round of. Because the other thing I knew was, I was going back there. I wasn’t going shopping with friends; I was going on my own to buy something that looked as slutty and naughty as that girl did, or as much as I thought I could get away with. My mum would wash them and see them, and I thought it was probably OK for me to dress more girly – she was always encouraging me to be more feminine, and stop being such a tomboy. But my dad ... he was as dry as an old stick, a nice guy but timid and rigid and. Walked out on the street and headed up to the next block.Strolling along a new Buick passed me and slowed. The driver circled the block and came up beside me, he rolled down the window and asked: “Do you want a ride.”Since that was exactly what I wanted was a ride, said yes and got into the car. The driver pulled away from the curb and headed up the street. The car was brand new, and the driver was quite young. Say maybe eighteen or nineteen to my twenty-three. He was a good looking young.