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The three of us mused several minutes on that hilarious story sipping wine and giggling to our selves. Then I started in with the questions again asking, “And to the both of you. Do your parents know yet?” “My mom has always known, but Dad still hasn’t a clue. He would explode!” Leanne answered then mockingly added, “No daughter of mine is queer and then look at mom growling, this must be your fault.”

“My parents know that Leanne is my friend, they just don’t know what kind of friend.” Karen explained and added, “They are old fashioned and not very open minded. I doubt that they would adjust to it very well to be polite.” (more…)

Leanne asked Karen to settle up, I sensed a little urgency in her voice. Karen rang for the waiter, and in a few minutes, we were on our way. We arrived in separate cars and left in separate cars. I was about to learn what went on behind “their” closed doors.

I remember thinking how the levity in Karen’s assurance that they weren’t going to be “too hard” on me made me laugh a bit and relaxed me. I remember the drive how I thought that at any second now a rock is going to fall from the sky and crush me. My heart even started beating faster from the fear, rather than the expectation of a night never to be forgotten; I even found myself looking up into the sky. I followed them, as I had no idea where we were going. (more…)

For instance both Leanne and Karen come from closed minded right winger families; that were homophobic, and whose Dads were never home, either on a long distance truck route or always away on some sporting junket.

The boys thought it sporting fun dragging her into their locker room, and got carried away while pulling her pants down. Fate was on her side; the athletic director came and interrupted them, he actually had to defend himself until the group scattered. Leanne had confessed her attraction towards girls long before the episode at school. I am ashamed to admit a certain tingle of arousal as she related her temptations to, as she said, “touch the privates”, of her friends that attended her slumber parties but did not because she knew that trouble would follow. (more…)

I almost lost my poise and felt my male immaturity slipping, but dropped my books and clipboard instead. As I stooped, I regained my composure and I collected my thoughts, as I scooped the mess into a pile and then calmly said, “I would be happy to. I do not have my camera now, but I will be on campus tomorrow finishing a role and would be delighted to take a few pictures of the two of you. Where do you want to meet?”

“I don’t think you understand.” Karen stopped mid sentence and called out, “Come here Leanne. We don’t want a couple of pictures to send home.” Karen said, as Leanne joined her she added, “We want you to do an exposé of our life, and prepare it for web publishing for the whole world to see.” (more…)

I met Karen and Leanne at one of my photo exhibits during my first year of college. I was showing some candid shots of people in odd circumstances. Their beauty took me aback, and like everyone else, I thought they were identical twins. The only people that knew different were the administration clerks or people trained in identification.

I made no effort at all to acknowledge their beauty though they were breath taking. Certainly not playboy models, or women one might see on vogue but quite beautiful in a down to earth way. I was certain that they were tired of being told; how beautiful, or how cute, or how much they look-a-like, and didn’t care to here any of that from me. I later learned much to my astonishment that there were two years, two states, and two sets of parents between them. (more…)

She was my dream girl, and it was killing me.

We caught the bus back to my place, and we spent the day watching television, discussing what we might do the following day. As it got later, and we’d relaxed more in each others presence, we starting throwing childish insults at each other in fun, leading to a lengthy tickling battle, leaving us exhausted as we lay on the floor.

“Could I have a shower?” Chloe asked as she gasped for breath beside me.

“Sure. I’ll just get you a towel.”

I grabbed the cleanest one from my bedroom floor and gave it to her as she walked towards the bathroom. As she shut the door, I sat back, gazing at the bathroom wall, wondering what her underwear looked like as she took her clothes off, what her breasts would be like once unrestricted by her bra. I heard the shower start with a hiss, and the thought of her naked in my bathroom was intense. (more…)

She was an 18 year old high school senior. She was possessed of shoulder length raven hair, which she tended to wear in a a bun at the nape of her neck. She tried to keep it neat but the ends always ended up popping out and curling around the sides of her face which her boyfriend, Alex, thought was quite attractive. He also admired her modest 34B breasts and her voluptuous hips. In contrast to her dark hair she was a bit pale. In fact, Alex was also a bit pale. He, too, had darker hair, although his was dyed and hers was natural. He had gray eyes where she had haunting green ones. He was a swimmer and had a very sculpted body where she, in contrast, was a runner and had very strong, toned legs.

On this particular night she was wearing a black pair of pants that were close fitting. (more…)