He was so good looking and much older I gave in and we fucked all weekend then I never heard from him again. The next couple of guys I had sex with it...was the same story. I quickly learned that all this fairy tale stuff about sex and guys was never going to happen and that guys just wanted to stick their cocks in some fresh pussy. So I decided to enjoy the sex and quit worrying about love and thinking that it was special. I grew to enjoy having sex with strangers, I enjoyed pleasing men.. He continued that for minutes and my cock was wet because of that. And surprisingly his right hand was going towards my cock.I was getting more and more nervous. His hand reached my bulge. He started rubbing his hands on my cock over my pants. He continued that until the bus reached my stop. I had the best day of my life. And I thought it wont happen again.But the next day, after the camp when I took the bus, I saw the same guy on the last seat to the left. As usual, the bus was crowded and I. I'm a bad girl and I'm sorry. I promise to be a good girl from now on." I hated saying that I was a girl almost as much as putting the skirt on in the first place. It made it a lot more humiliating but it was less embarrassing than being forced to go back into school in a skirt to get my P.E. kit which was in my bag in our tutor room. "I'll be a very good girl Kelly, I promise I won't look up your skirt any more."She smiled and stepped close to me, "You'll be a good girl?" I nodded dumbly and. M. and EPOD that's changed. In the past week I've come to feel closer to these three women than I have to anyone in my life, except Brad of course. I really enjoy their company. What gives me that warm fuzzy feeling, though, is that they seem to really like me, too. Now I just have to talk them all into moving in next door and my life will be perfect.The girls finally left after helping me put the kitchen back together. I went over and kissed Brad and asked him if he enjoyed himself. It's a.