It was her mid-week day off Tracey Kelly's silver Honda was in the driveway and Allan's gut tightened as he knew he would shortly have to face the emb...rrassment of handing over that letter. But as he slid the back door open Allan saw that Tracy wasn't downstairs. Maybe, he hoped. she had gone out with a friend. Maybe he could have a few hours to himself and satisfy the burning in his balls that the interrupted jerk session with horny little Marcie had produced.But as he climbed the stairs he. Keeping our distance from each other was making it worse. Why not stop fooling ourselves; it was obvious that it wasn't going away on its own. We would be together as often as possible. Eventually, we would discover each others' faults, and one of us, it didn't matter which one, would admit that we had driven the attraction away. We'd part friends. Megan agreed that it was a sound plan.Naturally, we would apprise our partners of our arrangement. We would assure them that there would be no. I palmed her naked breasts while I kissed her. Maybe it was because she was younger than the women I usually went out with but it felt so much more right being with Stacia than being with anyone else. I didn't have to put on a front with her as most people do when first meeting and getting to know someone. We'd know each other almost all our lives and I never minded her pestering me as we grew up. I enjoyed the attention and I also didn't wasn't to make her father unhappy by making his daughter. Michael is mildly autistic, the consequent single-mindedness a significant asset to his scientific pursuits. It also means he’s inclined to take things too literally at times but, on the flip side, it makes him a terrible liar.Michael noted my serious tone and demeanour. “Yes,” he finished, “I think you’re gay.”“You’re also a scientist and follow scientific methods. What evidence do you have that I’m gay? Have you seen me kissing another boy or indulging in gay sex?”“Well, not exactly.”“So why.