Jess frownedthoughtfully before answering, "About every other day. Sometimeseveryday. What about you?". Laura again answered honestly, "Gosh, everyday...What about you, Chris?" The younger girl gave a bit more detail, which wasno surprise to Laura. "Everyday for the past week," said the girl.Laura, pretending that she hadn't heard the details before, pressedChristine for specifics. Christine held a quick debate in her mind aboutwhether or not she should share the entire story with her much. Enough about that. I think the first time I ever tried on girl's clothing was when I was a freshman in high school. It was late in the afternoon and for one reason or another I was still at school and was passing through the gym. Lying by the door of the gym was a small duffel bag with girl's gym clothes and other random articles. Once I determined no one was around I swooped up the bag, stuffed it in my backpack and took it home with me. As soon as I walked in the front door I said hi and bye. I remember being in science class just before recess that day. She was sitting in the seat in front of me and kept turning around and smiling at me. Sometimes she'd wink or lick her lips at me. I found this very puzzling but kind of funny, too. I thought she was just being silly and trying to make me laugh in class.When the bell struck for recess, she immediately led me outside and around the building to this area where the teachers on recess duty did not often monitor. There was a temporary. Trent smiled, egging him on. "Each uh stalk is a guy I've slept with..." Trent played dumb. "What do you mean, sport?" he urged, still squeezing his well inked arm. "Uh, well like I got to remember the length and girth of every guy who, you know, uh, fucks me. Or, um, like get the guy to line it up ... like after he's done and it's still all thick and stuff ... and trace around it in marker or something... And, well, then Penn gets me to add a stalk the same length and girth to my.