You're way too pretty and cute to be a boy.And besides, you don't act or dress like any other boy I know."I felt all tingly inside as our lips pressed... together. It was a feelingtotally foreign to me and I wasn't sure how to react. Jason, however,seemed more confident and assured of himself as his hand slowly foundthe way to my nylon-clad knee. I may not be a real girl but at thatmoment I knew my job was to keep his right where it was. I rememberedenough of my conversations with my girlfriends. He suggested we take a blanket and go to a nearby park to lie in the sun. As lovely as the weather was, I wasn't really sold on it; a park isn't great for sex, after all.But we lay on the blanket in the beautiful heat and before long we were kissing. He was lying on his back with no shirt on and I was sitting on top of him, kissing his face and neck. I would bite his neck and shoulders, hard. I loved the feeling of the flesh under his skin breaking as I bit into him. Whenever I did this, he. Had it really happened? Did I dream it. I thinking about it all day. Jason was gone all day. That evening he showed up and went straight to his desk playing on his computer. Finally, after an hour or so he turned around and asked if I liked last night. Thank god. I wasn’t crazy. I told him I did and he said we should do it again. I don’t know what came over me but I hopped down off my bed and walked over to his chair. I got down on my knees and started to undo his belt. When I pulled his. Her hands felt lovely as they caressed me, and I shivered each time she lightly scratched me with her nails. Over my nipples, around my chest, circling my pectoral muscles, then my upper arms.I was doing much the same, our tongues now softly caressing and exploring as I felt the muscles on her side, then her arms. Not bulked up like a guy, not soft and slender and almost impossible to find like Linda. She had obvious muscles on her upper arms, but not at all bulky. Just a very fit woman who.