She stretched out her tired, weary limbs under the big soft duvet and smiled; it felt like floating on a fluffy white cloud. Five days of the week, th...e pressures of academia sucked the life from her body, until she would finally collapse from mental exhaustion each Friday evening. Saturday morning was like being born again, in theory anyway. With a reluctant sigh, Sarah shuffled out of bed naked, navigated her way across the laundry strewn floor of her room, and slipped into the bath robe which. I simply *had* to know how that girl had felt when I'd gushed into her; I was going to pretend I myself was a girl, and a boy I liked was gushing into me.I admired myself in the looking-glass for a few moments. I knew already that I didn't have a flat chest like other boys; I'd been teased already about my plump, girlish bosoms and pointy tips, especially in the Nuditorium (a big, open shower room) at school. Now I began to rub my hot, hard, absurdly excitable tips and to squeeze my bosoms,. I expected to see indignation or anger but instead they were just even. She didn’t say anything and I didn’t dare, so we sat looking at each other for a moment. Out in the hall the grandfather clock chimed once, announcing it was 7:30-—still an hour before most people would even be in. When she didn’t move, I took that as some kind of cue. I walked to the door, shutting and locking it, before coming over to stand over her in the chair. She looked up with curiosity and then broke into a smile.. “Wearing my most conservative dress, I took a chance and paid an unannounced visit to his offices. I told his secretary that I was an old friend and client and that I had been out west for the last twenty years and had only recently returned. She disappeared behind his closed door for a few moments; but when she returned she had a pleasant smile.”‘Please go right in, he’ll be with you momentarily. ‘“I entered his large corner office and took a seat in front of his desk. He came through a side.