It had been a while since I had been with a man… oh I know what your thinking your married… well it does say that on paper, yes on paper. But what... I wanted… needed… that wasn’t on any paper I knew of. As I looked in the mirror… turning… I took one last deep breath and then made that decision that would change my life… I decided to make a quick stop at the store I work at to let my best friend know where I was going… she smiled and said go for it, I said if he’s interested I will. I felt like. The first thing I heard was the clicking of her 4-inch heels as she made a grand entrance wearing a very short silver ultra mini dress. With her body and those long amazing legs, she had every man in the room staring. She seemed to bask in the attention making sure to take the long way around before sitting beside me. I actually felt a little jealous as she returned smiles from some of the men.She caught my dirty looks at the men that had admired her and said, "Don't be jealous lover, only you. . Always "accidentally" getting her shirt wet while doing the dishes.. She wasn't exactly subtle.And she wasn't quiet about her interest either, always begging me to come to her concert recitals, inviting me to go to church with her, casually mentioning that she had no plans after school or that weekend.. And I wasn't the only one who noticed. The other students all giggled and whispered whenever she'd find an excuse to touch me, or when she'd squeeze up against me in the narrow lanes between. We pulled upto a pub at the end of the strip, and as usual, lined all the bikes uplike a row of soldiers. I am quite sure that everyone inside heard theroar of the bikes, and were shitting in their pants. As usual, the fearbegan to subside as soon as we had our first drink, and they saw thatwe were actually human."I couldn't help but notice that you ladies have quite a few passengersriding with you. Are these the girls that are afraid to wheel a bike oftheir own around?" Actually, wiseass, it's.