"Enough stretching, bring your legs slowly down," she instructed. Her hand slid down towards the back of my knees and then, just as smoothly, around ...o the front, back up my thighs and up under my shorts. The thin cotton provided no resistance as she grabbed my cock and brought it out into full view, standing stiff and proud. "A quick sucK while no one's looking," she said, and plunged her mouth down over its glistening head, damp with my juices. I turned my head to one side, looking towards. Nothing but video games and junk food no doubt.The rest of the weekend seemed to rush by, no matter how much I wanted to cling to every second. Knowing what was coming on Monday morning.My dad had packed the car and my mom shoved a plastic bag of clothes into my clenched fist, all the while rushing herself and me into the car. They dropped me off at the end of Derek's street, I seriously considered running back home and staying there for the rest of the week. That would be fun, lying around for. I didn’t really need a bra and had no intention of wearing one. My regular haunt was my local gym. I loved to work out and had a supple fit body to prove it. Most of the members left me pretty much alone – I guess they knew how old I was and thought they would get in trouble if they tried anything. One Saturday morning I was there very early, and thought I had the place to myself. I was on a rowing machine and noticed a tall dark man position himself on a weight lifting apparatus directly. I know that sounds stereotyped but after all, I'm butch for goodness sake. High heels are not in my repertoire. I'd probably fall off them and twist an ankle or something.But I had not realized what a fertile area a woman's clothing store was for girl watching. I AM butch and enjoy the sight and sounds (and the feel but that comes later) of femmes. And they are all over in those stores and departments. College girls in tight shorts and mid-rift baring tops. Business women in heels and short.