This was building my confidence to talk to her. I keep watching her move her body. She looked like a goddess out there. I could feel my cock begin to ...harden so I make a break for the bathroom.Once I'm in the privacy of the bathroom I begin to tell myself to calm down. I don't need to embarrass myself out there. I take a piss then walk back out. I sit back down and continue to drink my beer. I noticed that Kristen and the girls were back at the table. I also noticed that some guy had walked up. The first hint of cleavage and the female shape enticed me, but I was just as much drawn to the bras, panties, corsets and stockings these fine ladies donned as I was the women themselves. As much lust as I had to love such a women it both scared and excited me to imagine being one of them. Perfect body, soft skin, styled hair and a delicious selection of undergarments lace, satin, sheer I wanted it all.I would eventually have a collection of clothes I had managed to...procure from various. Somehow, we all ended up in the same psychology class during the second semester. The professor, this French Canadian dude, assigned us a group assignment. As it turns out, Antonia, the Afro-Guyanese chick who ruined things between me and Evelyn before they had a snowball’s chance in hell of getting off the ground, was also in that class. Antonia wanted me to work with her and some friend of hers for the psychology class group project, even after all that went down between us. The nerve on that. I was fighting back my tears. Herfingers stopped at the edge of the denim shorts. I lay with my eyes tightlyshut, on the verge of tears. She suddenly raised my t shirt a little bit, exposingmy belly. I opened my eyes and saw that she was hungrily looking at my navel.She placed her hand on my stomach and fondled my navel.I held my breath as I felt her palm on mybare belly. She was fondling my stomach fiercely now. I could feel her handspressing hard on my skin. I also noticed that she was.