When Joan arrived, we chatted for a few minutes before sitting down on the couch in my living room.When Joan arrived, we chatted for a few minutes before sitting down on the couch in my living room. My lighting is very soft and Joan looked absolutely divine. At one point, I felt like wetting my lips with my tongue I was so excited. Slowly, but with great assertiveness, I started to move in on my prey, edging closer and closer to Joan. As she turned the pages of the English book, I reached out and touched her hand, as if indicating she should reread a certain portion of the text. Sweat was starting to form on my brow, but I was determined to make love to her before the evening was over. As it turned out, Joan finally took the initiative. She looked me right in the eye and said, "I've hear some of the other girls talking at school. They say you 're a lesbian and only go to bed with other women. Is that true?" Not wanting to be dishonest, I explained that while I have gone to bed with men in the past, and still do when the mood strikes me, basically I enjoy the tender touch that only another female can offer. |