Quite a contrast, the short, slightly pudgy Hispanic girl had the same size tits as mine which looked big on her. Both of us sported occasionally trim...med muffs because shaving was a nuisance and we didn’t give a shit what guys preferred. “If they don’t like it we just won’t fuck ‘em”, was the motto.When some empties had piled up the talk got earthier. Maira asked, “When did you start fucking?”I replied that my mom started me on birth control at 16 and an older boy who lived near our summer. I just wanted to crawl into a hole and die. The whole thing was my fault, and I knew it! I was mortified with what just happened. "Sure, if that's what you need to do." I answered. I followed her to her house, which really was only a few streets away. I couldn't understand why she wouldn't just have her kids walk. That's besides the point. So, I followed behind her, in her driveway and I got out of my car with my insurance card, license and registration in hand. She pointed towards her front. My excitement built to a pointwhere I had my first orgasm. I can tell you I was scared out of my mind.I had soiled this sexy garment, my parents would find out, they wouldthink I'm deranged, and ship me off somewhere. I cleaned up everything asbest I could, put everything away, and wondered what kind of punishmentawaited me. Luckily, none came. I was so drawn to the feel of thenightgown whenever I could I began trying on women's intimates andclothes, despite my fear.I began to look at women. But this woman, this beautiful creature that was getting closer and closer to me, walked the way my dream lady walked: a gently sway in her hips, inviting and delicate, while her feet totally cleared the ground, no scuffling, no dragging, no nothing. She carried herself with confidence, her spine straight and slightly arched so her breasts strained just a little more against the T-shirt. She breezed by me, her hair shining under the lights, and she left behind a tantalizing lingering scent of ….