Marc was caught unaware of my arrival as he opened the door from the basement to see me and the expression on my face. ‘Is she of legal age?’ I a...ked him with a gruff, tone to my voice. ‘She looks like she is only, what 15, 16?’ ‘Dad, don’t worry, she is just 18, and a virgin. I… how do you know what… were you spying on me… us?’ ‘I would hardly call it spying, more like observing your style, your technique in love making.’ ‘Dad, I was not making love to her, I was just fucking her. She and. I take his hand and guide his fingers down to my swollen lips. His fingers slide through my folds. "Wow… You're really wet." I hear his muffled voice, sleepy against the pillow. "Mmmmhmmm… It's for you..." My best friend laughs softly and tugs his hand away. I try to guide his hand back but he rolls away from me. I run my fingers through the hair on his neck. My pussy aches with need. I want him to fuck me. I push at his shoulder trying to roll him over. "Stop… I'm sleeping." I frown. I want. It was a red skirt. I saw the red jacket, and thought ‘I need some boobs’. I took one of her bras and put it on. I stuffed them with her pantyhose. After that, I put the jacket on. Then when I had put on the jacket, I saw a box in the bottom of the closet. I could not resist, and opened it. There was a white wig and a red wig, like a ginger red colour. Anyway, I tried them both on, and saw myself in the mirror in the hallway. I liked the white one the best. I found some red pumps under her bed,. It seems, despite my sexual proclivity leaning toward the lesbian side of the spectrum, this “losing virginity” thing has a stronger hold on my psyche than I imagined. Much stronger. I pondered that, remembering aspects of all of the sex I’ve had, often with fingers inside me ... fingers of five other people, one of whom is the man I hope to make love with tonight.That last caused me to think. “Is it just the ‘scheduled’ aspect of it,” I wondered, that the act was not going to take place.