I was earning fistfuls of money. I rarely went out and didn’t date. What sexual urges I had, I was able to deal with “handily.”When I was 19, Ch...rli moved into the apartment next to mine to be closer to the university. Passing each other in the hall, we became nodding acquaintances. Occasionally, we’d have coffee together in the Starbucks next door. Not “dates.” We’d just happen to be there at the same time and sit at the same table. I’m not blind. I knew she was attractive. Beautiful, even,. He lifted the duvet, and I clung to it until his eyes signalled annoyance."Wow you have a delicious body young lady, I shall enjoy it."I curled up on the mattress trying to hide my bare breasts, and my pussy, as I watched him pull out the drawer of the bedside table, and take out the foil sachet of a condom.Panic set in now as what was going to happen was quickly becoming a reality."You will be gentle, won’t you Mr Taylor?" Don't worry little one," he replied softly.I tried to relax, and heard. “Just a little further.”I said. This time instead of stopping, he went wild sucking and getting finger fucked. I was ready to cum and I pulled on his asshole forcing him to stay down on me while I came.“Oh yeah! That's it! Swallow!”He kept sucking and wiggling against my finger now buried as far up as I could reach from this position. I must have needed this as I kept cumming while he was mindlessly following the action. He wound down and I stopped cumming. Pulling my finger out he slid back. Then there was another letter in a mag, clearly now I see, aimed at the ladies, about a gay being turned gay after an encounter in a toilet with another man which I read and reread getting very hard to. I didnot see myself as gay or anything but it resonated with me.There used to be a launderette opposite the hall of residence in Hove, Holland House we all used. One day on top of a washing machine was a pair of girls white tie panties, I put my washing over them and took them. Could not wait.