I was a late bloomer and didn't even have a proper girlfriend until my third year of university which is also when I lost my virginity. It's not that ...I've never had a problem attracting women, I've always worked out, looked good and taken good care of my body and I get approached by women all the time, it's just that I've always been more interested in my work and I never know what to say to women. Her name was Lilly and we made love for the first time on campus in the botanical gardens. We. Snickering at himself he said her name in a slow breath. Whispering in relief, he told her the three words he had longed to say to her face to face since their first conversation so many months before, "I love you." With those three words his lips covered hers, tasting the soft mouth and nibbling her tongue as it darted out to play with his. Realizing his state of undress, the nearness of his bed, and his wanting to complete their relationship in an appropriate manner, he groaned as her hips. I struggle, which seems to please him. As he lets out a low chuckle.“You can’t run away from it, boy.”His intimidating alpha tone undoes me. I know I’m lost, well past any point of return, my body stills and I take his prep, breathing in deeply, pursing my lips together hard, trying not to moan. I bury my face in my elbow, trying to hide as he prepares to enter me, but he moves my arm, pinning it down again. His face is inches from mine. There’s nowhere to hide. Our eyes meet as he thrusts. My. "The girl part I could guess from the full body wax, but who was everyone who knew how bad I'd been? The seven girls here? I puzzled over it in my mind while they busied themselves confirming my guess. My cock was taped firmly to one side of the top of my thigh. My hair was styled to look more feminine in a pixie-ish sort of way. And somehow they'd even managed to get hold of a couple of realistic "breastforms" - the fake breasts used by transsexuals and cross-dressers - which were attached to.