So I pull my curtain to make sure he was there,as I looked I saw him working on a car.I close my curtains and went to the shower I wanted to clean for...my first young cock.I soaped up well and wash my pussy good fingering it at the same time thinking about the young man.As I finish taking my shower and dry my skin,I took my phone and called him,asking him if he wanted to see it now meaning my pussy.He was always begging to touch and to see it,he would please just a little touch or let me see it. He knew it was going to be a long night when one of them called her, "Doris" and lit her cigarette like she was the Queen of Sheba.The blonde with the huge tits was the sort of female that Horace usually tried to avoid because they always made him feel insecure and unsure of his ability to manage a suitable erection to satisfy their needs. He was dreadfully fearful of the verbal scorn they could call up to put him in his place if he even got up the nerve to address them directly. Still, he had. For the next four months of the semester, two days a week we ended up in the office together, making out, groping each other, and driving each other crazy. As things got more serious and we were starting to get together off campus, and for non “choir-related” things, I was angry that I had to keep lying and hiding things. More than once in that four months I demanded we stop hiding, I wanted him to choose me over everything else. I wanted to be worth the risk. No matter how hard I tried, I was. I just like girls a bit better. It’s not like any guys were ever into me anyway.”“Are you kidding?” I said. “Every guy that didn’t already think you were gay wanted to ask you out.”“Whatever,” she replied.“I’m not kidding.”It was true. Every guy in our group of friends talked about asking Elisa out before she started dating girls. Two of them even got into a fight over her.“What about you?” she asked.“Well, I’ve thought you were gay since we were 16,” I replied.“But, I mean before that. Did you.