" The temperature in the room seemed to rise about ten degrees." The temperature in the room seemed to rise about ten degrees. It was so quiet that the fly buzzing in the window across the room seemed very loud. I looked at Cindy, but she was looking at her hands which were folded at her knees. "In what way?" "Bob doesn't believe a man should perform oral sex on a woman, though he doesn't mind asking me to perform it on him." "You're kidding." I'd heard of guys like that, but I never would have suspected that Bob was one of them. Bob and I had always gotten along well, though I wouldn't say that our relationship had been as close as Cindy and Lana's had been. To buy some time, I went to get more coffee. I was feeling a little light headed. What a bombshell. Bob wouldn't give her head. I supposed that she just wanted me to talk to him about it, try to convince him of the error of his ways. I returned to my seat on the couch and flinched inwardly as Cindy moved to join me. She pulled her long, shapely legs up under her and twisted to face me. "Does he satisfy you in other ways?" "Sort of. He does o.k. in the stamina department and I have orgasms most of the time. But it's very frustrating to hear about other women whose husbands and boyfriends give head when mine won't. We argue about it more and more now. We haven't had sex for about a month." "Why come to me about this? Bob must have closer friends." "Jim, Lana was my best friend. |