That summer, when all three were finally home, a reunion was arranged. At first it was awkward. So much time had passed and while they had kept in tou...ch, it was as strangers they met in Meg’s back garden.A bottle of good wine took the edge off and soon they were laughing and talking as if no time has passed. They exchanged stories of crazy professors, awful roommates and dorm life. After a while Meg broached the elephant in the room…sex.“Well, I know you both had your adventures. I did too.. " If you like it then, you can have it, try it on if you like."This didn't so much shock as surprise me and I spoke before reallythinking."Don't be silly, dresses are for girls," I said, but as I did, I suddenlyfelt like I wanted to try the dress. Why? I was a boy, not a girl, butstill, I wanted to try this dress. The thought was playing on my mind allafternoon, and was making me really uncomfortable, thinking about it.Should I say something or not? What would Joanne think of me if I said. She worked at a nationally known electronics factory on the far side of the city. It took her nearly an hour to drive to my place from work. Her job kept her on her feet most of the evening. So, Kissy’s legs and back were frequently sore and/or cramped. She loved my long, slow, massages and I enjoyed giving them to her. She especially like getting her legs and feet rubbed as I worked out the kinks in her cramped legs. I was very tired, when Kissy called one night. I told her I was going to bed,. I'm pretty sure I would like it.With my slender finger inside my pussy and my thumb on my stiff, clit I slowly, very slowly rolled my hips. My pussy responded by turning and twisting on my finger and thumb. The creamy, dreamy sensations I liked so much filled my cunny as my fantasies of Linda's hand on my hot box took Dr. Mallory's place. I thought of running my hands over Linda's big breast and hips, then down to her shaved box.My breathing quickened as I got hot, and my firm young tits began.