I must have missed my opportunity with Louise because of lacking the ability to realise when a girl is interested in you. I have been told this often that I have a sort of block and simply cannot appreciate girls wanting to take an interest in me. Sad or what?
But yet in a way it has all worked out well because It has brought out a hidden me of which I was unaware and had it not been for a chance meeting at the holiday park I work for I still may not have known what it was like to be with another of my own genre.
The odd thing is there was this girl in the club, for once I bore in mind what my pals had said and went for it, started to chat up this girl at the bar.
Trust me to make a huge mistake!
Well it seemed just fine when a topsy-turvy competition was going on and , after a couple of drinks this 'girl' and I got into a rather hefty entanglement, me thinking my luck had really changed when she held onto me like I couldn't escape and I felt the warmth of her wet searching French kiss tasting of cherry brandy.
And would you believe this went on for a full ten minutes when out in the open she led me to her caravan, by my essentials I might add, holding onto it so tight so I couldn't run, me thinking I was on a real promise and with the way she was handling me more than ready to participate!
Anyway on arrival she 'planted' me on the edge of the bed and asked if I wanted a nightcap, meaning I assumed I was in for a night of lust, my mind going haywire with images of sex.
We had black coffee, " all the better to mellow ourselves so that we can enjoy each other to the full" she said with a rather low voice some girls have.
Then sitting provocatively against me she guided my hand to her inner left thigh which was worryingly more hairy than I would have liked and then the message got through, scrimmaging my hand in anticipation and lust for at last a gorgeous feel of wet girly pussy I was shaken to the spine when I found a huge forbearing cock there.
"Fuck! You're a guy!" I yelled in disbelief.
"Well I thought you knew that, it was Topsy-turvy night or do you need to go to spec savers?" she - I mean he -asked.
I can tell you it took some minutes and another brandy to bring me to terms with it, and he was so feminine looking too. Apart that is from a huge upright cock.
"But you loved the kisses" she whispered, " and the cock tease though didn't you?... don't even know your name, mine's Ted, Teresa when I am in my frock1" he giggled provocatively.
"Pete" I replied reticently.
I sat there not quite knowing what to do, confused that indeed I was still sitting there and that I hadn't scarpered , and he, this Ted guy was still hovering about, having taken his girly things off and boldly standing there like he wanted something.
"Not bad Huh?" he said looking down at himself. " And you really thought I was a girl too, that's something for the book, shame I let you touch me then we may have had a lot more fun, but we still can if you are game, Pete?
"Sorry , mate - I am not gay."
"You could have fooled me, the way you are looking at me right now, Pete"
I realised I was and I had to come to terms with something that had bugged me for a long while, that in fact I could be prone to gay tendencies. I remained silent but still sitting there, on the edge of the bed.
"Well you could just give it a go since you are here and I am more than willing. Tell you what, Pete, touch it go on, just touch - no strings attached and it would be nice, well you did like me as a girl so I must have had some appeal to you, right?"