He wondered, as they both ate in silence, if Carl wasn’t in part, expressing something that came from his experience.**** William was still not used...to walking the school halls alone after school. Usually, John was with him chatting and laughing away, venting out extreme dislike for whatever the day’s homework was. Today, as was in the previous days though, William walked by himself, with the cacophony of noisy students ironically seeming like a strange silence in the absence of his usually. Her tongue darted out, just brushing my earlobe.I looked up.The lady was dressed in basic black, a low-cut dress that showed an amazing expanse of cleavage; a jacket, and long skirt. She slid into the chair next to me and peered into my face.“If you’re not Bob, this is terribly embarrassing.”“Even if I wasn’t Bob, I’d consider changing my name.”She paused, then a small smile crossed her lips. “I think you mean that.”“I don’t have a poker face?”“Hardly.”I smiled. “You’re right. I’ve never been. This initial taste of you sets a fire in my pussy. I need more! Looking up into your eyes, as my mouth parts, and I slowly open and wrap my lips around your shaft. Sucking you deep into my mouth before, I draw back and rest my tongue on your head. Then I slowly and teasingly move over it to swirl circles around your rim. I suck and flick my tongue against that sensitive spot around your rim and swirling it around creating a pool of spit in my mouth. I open my mouth a bit wider, and I slowly. It was strangelytitillating. At the same time, it was also horrifying. She knew onething, though. She didn't want anyone to know that she was a he-she. Noone, that is, except Willow. She and the witch were best friends.Besides, Willow knew what it felt like to be "different." The witch hadalways been something of an outcast, even before she'd discovered that,her teenage crushes on Xander and Oz notwithstanding, she was gay. She'dnever quite fit in with the crowd. More than anyone, even her.