This struck me as funny, and I discovered that I was laughing in between sobs. Giggling, really. The giggling fed on itself and I knew that full-blo...n hysteria was only a hiccough away."Amy, what's wrong?" The woman quickly knelt beside me and took me in her arms. This was nice, because she was soft and womanly and...She patted me on the back and I instantly started feeling better. Of course, I started crying again, too. Weird."Mom?" I asked between sobs. The woman must be Amy's mother,. My skirt is so short however is behind me will be able to see my stocking tops. "Are you okay" says a deep voice, "ooh yes " I say back into the gloom. He moves slowly closer to me and just looks at my arse. "You looking for some fun" he said, wiggle my bottom and lift my skirt up so he can see my panties. "I hope you can help me out with a good fucking" I say,"I'll see what I can do" he replied put in its hands on my hips and pushing my skirt all the way up. He pulls my panties to the side . I could feel his face start to flush as he wrapped his arms over my thighs, resting his hands on my bum, which I thought was sweet. I'd let him calm down a bit and cuddle in to his chest, using his shoulder as a pillow and we'd carry on watching the brutal slaughter by the Pyro's of medic's and spy’s on the screen next to us, every now and again, softly kissing his collarbone and moving up his neck gradually so that I could nibble on his earlobe, I knew he loved this because he would pull my. I’m overwhelmed by the responses. Many have been asking me my first experience as for how I turned gay.Here it goes. This is a story of my first gay encounter with my college senior.I was in my 11th grade in college in Mysore (Cannot name the college). I was 18 at the time. I had a huge crush on one of my senior, Supriya. She looked ethereal and stunning in those college uniforms. She was the brightest in the college and I always adored her looks.While going in college bus, she used to get down.