They asked about girls and kept pushing the issue. I think the 2 guys who lived across the hall were pushing and even flirting. They finally got me to... admit that I had only been with a girl a couple of times but had been trading blow jobs with a guy friend regularly.They all started pushing the issue. The guys from across the hall said they were gay and thought their gaydar was telling them to talk to me. Sitting in a room with my female boss, one of her female friends and 4 guys, all of whom. ‘Maybe I’ve got a brain tumor,’ I mumbled into the phone. I was talking to my ‘best friend,’ Fiona. She was half-goth butch lesbian when I met her in college, but since then she’d transformed a bit into a smoking hot blonde who thought having to choose between women and men was like being forced to choose between chocolate and peanut butter. And scotch.
 ‘You don’t have a brain tumor,’ she laughed. ‘You’re just heartbroken. It’s OK. But you need to get out of the house, Mark. It’s not good for. Soon she was down to just panties and a bra."Take them off bitch, get on the bed and spread your legs open so I can have a taste."Susan was shaking visibly as she got naked, and had difficulty removing her bra. Finally her large firm breasts were free. The with a shudder and a sigh she pulled her panties off. She tried to cover her privates, but it was no use. She looked desperate, pathetic."John, help me, tell me what to do. I can't take it, Pleeeze, John..."I never felt so weak, so utterly. She seemed to be squirming in her seat, and I wondered what they were up to. My inquisitive thoughts were interrupted though by a deep and slightly accented voice."May I join you?" I looked up and noticed it was a passenger that boarded the bus that morning after me. I hadn't really taken much notice of him— being too captivated by Luke the tour guide."Yes, please do" I replied, now smiling back a little. He was tall, unassuming and I would guess about ten years older than me, but I couldn't be.