Me and Marc had been going out for 7 months. He's nothing that special to the eyes but he has a way with words. He could put a simple sentenced together and get any girl, any age, with any genitals?
I thought it was only a rumor going around that he was Bi-sexual so i ignored it completely because he was great in bed.
Tall strapping lad about 6'3", toned body, tanned skin and semi long hair about ear length. Long enough to twirl in your fingers while he's pushing himself into you.
After 7 months, he kinda gets boring. Like he lost interest in me and i lost interest in him. I actually started cheating on him for the girl in my Business class because he never really did anything new for me.
Silently we just fall apart. He still treated our relationship like we were together. So i did the right thing and just said,
"Its over, that spark is gone between us"
He doesn't really do anything. He looks at me for a second before pressing his lips against mine.
"Nothing at all?" he says unemotionally.
"That felt nice, but i still don't see anything more than that for us."
We kiss once more. He slightly rubs his hand across my breast and my hand finds its way to his soft cock.
Im a little disappointed that he isn't hard right now.
"Well, i better get home then" I say quickly pulling away from him.
He watches me as i walk out his door, slightly smirking. What was that about?
About 2 weeks have passed since our Official Break up. Im with a girl named Lisa now. A crimson red headed white girl with sexy green eyes and an upbeat attitude. She's also the wildest bitch i've ever met.
One day, im out shopping for clothes when i suddenly see Marc in there with another guy. The other guy is shorter, shorter than me even, but has that familiar feminine swagger.
I don't try to talk to Marc but i "Accidentally" walk up to this person and ask his opinion on a red top i liked.
The minute he opens his mouth, i can tell, that he isn't just gay, but he is a crossdresser.
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