(I know; as if!) Now she was up for anything, initiating sex at least as often as I did, reveling in the joy we had together, whether we made slow gen...tle love, or fucked each other into the middle of next week. She was constantly bringing us new things to try. It seemed like she interrogated every woman she knew for her best sex ideas, and brought them home to try with me.We had a problem when she suggested swinging. That was completely off limits as far as I was concerned. I certainly didn’t. Amy had probably even already softened the blow, when she’d told her I was away. Then it hit me. Amy had talked to my mother. Double shit! I sat straight up in bed and looked around for a paper bag to ward off the panic attack I could feel coming on. I love my mom. Really. She’s one of the best I’ve ever heard of and if she could learn to shut up when a game’s on and quit asking stupid questions about why that tackle was being so mean to the quarterback she’d be damn near perfect. Except for. I knew men got a 'Hard-on', so naturally, if I gave him one, that meant, it would make me sexually desirableOn Saturday morning our parents did the grocery shopping, so after they left I got up and stood naked in front of the mirror, my room door wide open.I did not have long to wait, I looked around and there he was, standing in the door frame, his mouth hanging open, staring at his sister, proudly displaying her half woman body.'What are you doing', he asked, his eyes flicking between my. Lo and behold, a week after that particular conversation, my mother introduced me to Yasmin Kader, daughter of her good friend Fatima Kader. At first, I was dismissive, because, like all straight people, my mother thinks any random lesbian is a good match for me just because we both sleep with women. That’s why I was dismissive, then I got a good look at Yasmin Kader. Tall and pretty, with light brown skin, long Black hair tucked under a baseball cap and overalls, Yasmin was a tomboy with a.