Standing over him, I pushed him back, and I too climbed onto the bed. Istraddled him and pushed him back, almost all the way to the headboard,then ha...d him put his head back on a pillow."Laura, my god, you are so beautiful..." he said, his eyes dancing allover me.Straddling his waist, I leaned over on top of him and kissed him moredeeply than ever. His lips felt so good against mine, stronger thanmine. My hands were by his head, my hair falling over my face onto his,as if we were in a. I felt his pain as he talked about losing his best friend Rory. I didn’t have a best friend or any friends when I was a kid. As he talked, I wondered what his family would think of me. I wasn’t Apostolic, although I enjoyed attending the church. His mother seemed really strict and I felt as if she’d never approve of him being with me. Unconsciously I withdrew, thinking. His family will not accept me. I’m not a part of their church. I really like this guy, but I won’t ask him to choose. In the. . I mean..." Have an orgasm?" she asked.Jeff nodded."All right. What if I do it with my hand? Would that be enough?" That would be fine." Then you have to do the same for me," she said."Okay." Good," she smiled. "So now that we understand one another, I don't have to worry. Let's get naked."Jeff watched in delight as she unbuttoned her blouse. She always wore a button-down blouse and long skirt to work; it made her look older and more professional. It also turned the heads of a lot of the guys. . I want to see you before, let me pick up the box?’ ‘no we’re done here’. I hung up the phone and grabbed the box. I had packed it when I got his voicemail of him screaming at me calling me a whore and him saying he was going to pimp me out to his friends to pay off his loans amongst other slurred speech insults. Maybe I would fuck his friends and let them film it. . . . if I actually cared about pay back I would have, but honestly I was practically over him already. . . . . . . . . again I.