But… but I only like girls…?
Swimming coach admires a young blond lad in the showers, at first just platonically. He was dead cute after all. Now in my early forties I’ve only ever been interested in women. Married happily, I have kept my shape. I’m slim, not much body hair, and I shave my nether regions. I’m white, male, straight, pretty ordinary, a swimming coach. I rarely fantasize, though I must admit that I have always liked the look of slim young women in, say, that first year or so after puberty: shapely, smooth and with the cutest of little breasts, preferably pointy, especially when they decide to wear no bra – hardly any need yet – on the beach below those white t-shirts. I remember one in Italy once who wore nothing on top: her deeply bronzed skin had …