At her house she politely shook hands and bade megood night and thanked me for escorting her home. I was relieved anddisappointed.I had never felt so ...ot me as I did that evening. At every interactionwith other people I was conscious of my bra and panties. It was a kindof discomfort I had never experienced. I wanted to be friendly but I hadthis fear of discovery. It had either held me back or had distorted myusual conversations. I wanted to be available to open up. Yet down thatpath dwelt. Instead, he broke out laughing. With the mental image Greg had given Brandon, he'd become a hybrid between the girl he would have been and Pandora Peaks. Brandon's tits were huge, to say the least, and with a tiny waist, they looked even bigger. Greg's laughter was infectious; most of the guys lined up to change were snickering."Sorry, Brandon," Greg apologized through guffaws. "I couldn't help myself."Brandon scowled. "You did that on purpose!" he accused, his voice still sounding sexy.He. Opening the fridge door, as you slip the dessert onto the shelf, I feel you lightly press your body into mine."If you'll carefully open the freezer, you'll find two glasses tucked into the door getting chilled. Would you like some sliced cheese and crackers with the wine? If not, I'll put the pasta water on to boil."Deciding against the tid bits, we opt for idle chat about our respective days. We found, that as co-workers in the same firm, that the ebb and flow of idle chat between us, tends to. Pete was excited to hear her voice even though it was the middle of the night there. He let her ramble on a few minutes before he stopped her. Come on baby, he pleaded. Tell me who fucked you She got very quiet for a minute and finally spoke again. How did you know Ive been fucked? she said quietly. He laughed. You always start rambling after youve been fucked by someone and youre trying to decide how to tell me. Just spit it out honey. Over the next few minutes, she told him everything that.