But she enjoyed loving her more, being as close as they could be, maximum contact of soft skin against soft skin, attempting to become one body. “I... love you, little flyer.”“I love you too, world’s best cheerleader.”It didn’t feel weird to say, like saying it to a boyfriend for the first time. They knew they loved each other and just wanted to let each other know with words. Their embrace had already said it hours ago.The following day, practice established more progress, thanks to Coach. With that, she stood up, walks around the back of my desk and sits on the edge right in front of me. "There, does that make it easier to see?" I can not only see her thong now, but the wet spot that is forming too. I can smell her scent, and she is definitely in the mood, already hot and obviously wanting more. I know she likes to get herself off, so I said "That's great, but it looks like that thing needs some more attention. Why don't you see what you can do." Slowly, she slid her. 'I'd get the part of Simone if I was, I just know it.' 'Sobe a woman,' Mark said with an airy wave. 'What?'I looked up and I think we both thought the same thing at the exact sametime. 'You mean go to the audition as a woman? Do the Tootsie thing?' 'Ithink you'd look a little better than Dustin Hoffman, Chrissie,' Mark saidwith a wink. 'I don't think he's got your legs.' 'Bea woman?' 'Whynot? I do it two shows a night, five nights a week.' 'But…' 'Butwhat? I could teach you a few. I pulled at the hem of the dress I’d worn, wondering again why I’d worn something so short and tight when I wasn’t planning on going home with you. I’d promised myself that.The barman had given me a funny look when I’d gone up and ordered a drink. Sort of a leer with a wink. I noticed that he kept on looking over, probably wondering why I was drinking by myself. I felt self-conscious and pulled the little bolero jacket over my cleavage, cursing myself again for wearing something so.