"Well," James began, hesitantly, "I might like to try being a guy..." If only he knew how much!
Dwayne snorted and snickered. "I'm sorry, Jamie," he apologized between giggles. "I just... can't imagine you as a guy. After all, no guy has such a lovely figure." His eyes dropped once more in a leer. "Would a guy have such nice large, round breasts?" His warm hand slipped down and gently squeezed one.
"Oh! Um," James stuttered, a blush growing on her face. "No, I, uh, I guess not." She so wanted to shove the bastard's hand away, but despite herself found the hand strangely pleasant. After all, he was giving her a compliment in a way. And it was just too cold to move away from such a potent heat source.
"But, no, you were saying?" Dwayne said, refraining from moving his hand. "What would you do as a guy?"
"Um..." James mumbled, trying to regain her train of thought. "I'd, uh, date a girl?" She blushed harder as Dwayne burst out laughing, "Yeah... Pretty silly, huh?"
"You date a girl?" Dwayne laughed. "Oh, don't get me wrong, lesbians are totally hot. It's just... you are so into guys, Jamie!"
"I..." This was all getting to be too much for James. Yes, she was into guys. As much as she wanted to believe otherwise, it was hard to ignore the hot guy groping her.
"So, anyway, Jamie," Dwayne grinned, "You've got a nice, hard dick between your legs... on a date with a hot girl... What do you do next?"
