Why Is That So Important? - Sex Stories

Why Is That So Important?

... that most often come from exploitatory conditions? But, no, that would only prove your point of me being a diva.” Laura pressed the heels of her hands against her eyes. “Ugh, nooo, too much thinking for a Sunday morning.”

“...at 2 pm, my precious flower,” Jamie completed Laura’s approximation of the time of the day while slipping between her legs and snuggling into her arms.

Laura tousled her lover’s short hair. She liked it when it was freshly trimmed like that and seemed to just glide between her fingers like a very fine brush.

“So this... story...” Jamie began with a strategicWilliam Shatner comma, turning around to lie belly up and half-exposed, snuggled in Laura’s arms.

“It was in my junior year when I started noticing. Those were different times. Way before there was such an active community that gave so many people the courage to come out. Let’s just say I was... different, being a... let’s call it amood of nature—“

“A wonderful mood of nature,” Laura interrupted in a soft, loving whisper, making Jamie chuckle and smile.

“You’re sweet,” the latter replied, reaching to scratch Laura’s neck. “My case left the principal speechless and in an uncomfortable situation, so in the end, I got to choose which phys ed class I wanted to take. Anyone else in my situation would have been given postnatal hormone treatment and corrective surgery, urged by the doctors but my parents decided to leave the choice to me once I’d come of age, despite the peer pressure. ...

... I was, already at birth, branded as the undesirable improbability of sexual hormones. Or, as the priest of our church would call it, a child of the devil. My sole existence defied the lord's creation, yadda, yadda.

“Did it make my life harder? Hard to tell. Would it have been easier growing up in the neat little box that’s easy to categorize only to satisfy the social standards that don’t apply to a statistical minority? Add to that the reasonably large chance of me not agreeing with the choice my parents were peer-pressured into making for me. Consequently, I may have grown up convinced of being in the wrong body, and that may or may not have led to all sorts of other issues. Impossible to tell.

“I’m digressing.” Jamie profited from the short excursion to take a sip of the already ‘too cold’ coffee.

“So, here I was, ending up in boys’ phys ed because I preferred their program. Here again, why did we even categorize between boy and girl disciplines? What's wrong with girls playing basketball or boys interested in ballet? True, expressive gymnastics makes them gay, right? At least, it mademy choice easy. As for the after-class showers, I skipped those. I was fortunate enough not to sweat too much or not to have a strong body odor—courtesy of my sexual hormone situation, I guess. Not sure, though. Luckily, I wasn’t the only one who didn’t shower. Personal hygiene with teens isn’t necessarily the strictest. Even if I had been the only one, though, having perfectly ...