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.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. We shared everything with each other. She knew about Bob's reluctance and she wanted to tell you about it, but I wouldn't let her. She also told me what a wonderful lover you were and how she had multiple climaxes every time you two got it on. She especially used to tell me how much she enjoyed it when you gave her head. Did you really do it for an hour at a time ... until she begged you to stop because she couldn't stand any more?" "I didn't put a stopwatch to it Cindy," I chuckled, a little embarrassed at Cindy's knowledge of what I had thought to be private matters, "but I know she liked that, and I used to really enjoy giving her pleasure in that way. Damn, I miss that woman." I looked down at the carpet and thought about all the great times Lana and I had enjoyed in the sack. |