He got just as nervous as the next guy. Maybe it wasn't a date though. Maybe it just a cup of coffee and then she'd be gone. She had to be an uppercla...ssman, why would she be interested in him? If it had all been just some chance sexual encounter, then he wouldn't be nervous. He was confident that he could fuck any woman until she passed out from sheer pleasure. But this was a date, where he had to make small talk and his huge cock wouldn't be a topic of conversation, at least not early in the. ‘Men. You really would live like dogs if not for us, wouldn’t you?’ ‘We don’t eat our own poop.’ ‘I’m not convinced.’ Another giggle. I look at her, this woman who affects me so much, who I would love to just forget about forever. ‘Yeah. Me neither.’ ‘You’re all so scruffy when we don’t watch out for you.’ She eyes me. ‘I like the beard, though. I didn’t tell you that before, at the restaurant. But I do. It makes you look older.’ Okay. I’ll admit it. I feel a little pleasure at that. But it. I was sure she was thinking what I was. As I looked on at the crowd, one of the helpers, probably about 14-15 years of age looked at us and couldn’t take his eyes off the beauty sitting with me. I signalled him to come over to our table and he immediately was standing in front of me staring shamelessly at Seema. I asked him if he liked what he saw on the road and he said hell yes. I told him to go ask the others if they all wanted to see more. If they did want they should come to the back of. This was reinforced by my friends who talked about guys asking them out. No one ever mentioned girls asking anyone out. Towards the end of the year a rumor flew around the school that one of the coaches, Ms. Thomas, was a lesbian. This was around the time we picked our schedules for the next year. I signed up for her PE class and for cross country, even though I hated running. I didn't really have a plan, I just figured I'd get close to her and learn how things worked.Fast forward to sophomore.