Picking up the piece of clothing from the tray Cindy saw that it was a shift made of a filmy pink material that was almost see-through. She held it up...to herself. The straps were thin and the hem hit her legs at about mid thigh. There was a pair of panties to match. It was an outfit she might wear to bed at home, but certainly not in public. She recoiled at the idea of putting it on in her present circumstances. She had no idea who could or would see her in it. She said loudly ‘No’, sat down in. .but they couldn't tell by the way I looked, or I didn't think so. I started feeling strange when one or both would ask me some questions about gay people or wearing certain clothes. I could tell they were trying to figure me out. But I just casually went about it like a straight man would. So as the summer started to approach and it got warmer, they were saying how they wanted some friends over and have our first swim party. So they told me to be sure I have that weekend off and join them. We had a designated spot in the woods for boys and girls bathroom breaks. This is important later. (No watersports this time guys.) Anyways. As the games commence she slides closer to me. Touching my arm. Touching my leg.Leaning against me, closer and closer as the night drones on. Her naggy room mate gets up to use the bathroom, my room mate staring drunkenly into the fire, She leans over and kisses me. No one noticed. Games continue. She continues to sneak me kisses here and there however so. BUT I LOVE IT AND I'M NEEDING ME A NICE GUYYeah, I'm a nice guy but I still want to hurt you.I'm a nice guy, of course anyone can say that and it doesn't mean jack shit. I will say it as an absolute, because I know that's what I am, but of course it's always going to be subjective and up to the person who meets me to make their own determination of what they think of me.Recently, I've had to revist in my mind, why I would want to hurt someone I may get in a relationship with. For some, my.