..." "Yeah, well..." "You don't look comfortable, like that, with no shirt." "You noticed? Well, you aren't helping..." "No. I'm not. Take off your pants. Leave your panties on." "Rich, I--" "I know. Relax." "You know what?" "That you're a virgin. C'mon...pants." "Pretty obvious, huh? All right, my pants. It's not gonna help me feel more comfortable." She took them off and leaned against my far wall, under a Bosch reproduction." "Wow. Nice legs. I hear you're Miss Jock..." "Varsity basketball since ninth grade. Field hockey...track..." "I lit a joint a took a drag. Ever smoke any?" "Sure." She took the joint and inhaled. "With my sister." "Turn around." She did. "Yum." "I feel very strange, Rich. I have to tell you that." She put the roach into an ashtray on the edge of my desk. "Good pot." "Thank Keith for that. He started dealing... C'mere, sit down, relax." "Relax, ha. The pot's helped some..." I sat up, my back against my box spring, kissed her neck and she leaned back against me. I reached around and cupped her breasts and played with her nipples. I placed her left hand onto the crotch of my jeans. "Oooh." "Now you *can't* tell me you've never touched a cock before..." "I gave my first real blowjob last week." "Real, eh? You mean he came in your mouth?" "Yeah, that. Wow." "Wow, eh? No argument." I unzipped my fly and directed her hand inside. Her fingers were small and slender." "Ooh, suck." She did so, with no hesitation. Her eager compliance to my near-barked-out orders made me wonder if she had any other...proclivities, maybe just under the surface. "Kath," I said. She looked up--expectant and more than a little scared. "Have you ever thought about..." "What? What??" "Being tied up?" She gasped. "Rich...I'm scared." "I know." I pulled her up and leaned her back against me, my fingers inside her panties, lightly parting and stroking her. "I can see the guilt thing going on..." "Guilt thing?" "The better something feels, the more 'wrong' it must be. |