And it did! “So wearing women’s panties turns you on huh? Let’s see what we can do about that, shall we?” she asked. With that she reached dow...n and began stroking my erection through the panties. The wet spot grew bigger. I was so embarrassed I couldn’t even make eye contact with her. With her free hand she pushed the pictures off the bed and sat down next to me, all the while fondling my cock, never once letting go. Without looking at her directly I could see she had on a white blouse, that I. Nevertheless, I had to find out for myself.On a Friday night, I drove the two hours out there and walked into the bar a few minutes before the appointed time. It was a roomy place and uncrowded for that time of the week. No buxom blonde was anywhere in sight. I decided to wait in an area off to the side with tables but no waitress service, and I sat there looking superfluous.I had not set a time limit for how long I would wait. The distance I had driven gave me some patience, or perhaps I. Thinking of me. His eyes shut, holding a picture of me. My open mouth, my dark hair, my slender body, my parting legs. And Him, on her, kissing her, pushing into her, lying to her.I want to touch her. That’s why I have come. In the night, to touch her. To stroke her cheek. To part her hair with my fingers. To let her eyes open. To see me. To see what He wanted, what He took, what I let Him have. Her, all alone now. Her, in her big empty house. Her without Him. Him without me. I want her to. I wanted to beaccepted by the boys as I was by the girls.My parents were worried, as they had noticed I was unhappy and they hadme see a psychologist.I remember he told them not to worry. He said I was more mature than theboys of my age and also more intelligent. I would go to a goodUniversity but most of the boys in my year would get jobs stackingshelves in supermarkets or warehouses. I should hang out with the girls.I was already doing that.So my parents, having mapped out my future.