' I must have looked shocked and unsure, because he went on, 'There's nothing gay about it, man, I've done this loads of times with other guys. It's j...ust like stroking your own, but it feels like someone else is getting you off.'Before I could say anything for or against this argument, I felt Tim's hand on my dick. He was right, this did feel much better with somebody else doing it. I reached across to his crotch and did the same. Now we knelt side by side, only our hard, sweaty bodies were. Sunday was the only day I could actually lie in. Trying not to show how tired I was, I followed Michelle into our bedroom.After rummaging around in my underwear drawer, Michelle pulled out a bright pink bikini top and threw it at me. "Here, try this on," she said, as if I had a choice. I wasn't really in the mood to dress up for her today, but I knew from experience not to ever question the clothes she picked out for me to wear. "You might as well leave your jeans on," she told me. "They'll be. You'd collected the names and careers of your favorite actors in the same way that most boys your age had collected baseball cards, and the moment you could participate in theatre, you did.You'd been treated rather fairly in your home, getting decent rolls in local theatres, and especially, larger roles in High School productions... but never the lead, and never anything of true substance, like those that you'd grown up idolizing. Very quickly, you realized that one day, once graduation had. "I haven't heard that often."Britt said, "You should. Chad's right. Chad, tell her what you said about me not long ago."I thought for a second. I said, "Dora, you're an intelligent, attractive woman. You should also know that Britt has a reputation for being strong-willed. It's easier to go along with her than fight her. I just do what she says." That's because you also love it." Always ladylove."We left and arrived at the house. We went in and Britt cornered Mom in the kitchen. She said, "I.