My erection was off and on, never too hard, thankfully.I said that I needed an early night. "You're always tired, Dad. You need to ease up and relax."... Yes, someday..."I went up to the bathroom to clean up for the night then went into my bedroom and closed the door, making sure it was locked. I ripped open the package and saw the ten porn videos I had ordered. Why did I order so many? Ah well, here they are. I stripped off and sat at my desk.I fired up the laptop, found my headphones, and hooked. ”I didn’t want her to give in, I needed her to deny me and accepted her decision; I was excited about her tattoos and the fact that her lover's friend would see her naked and touch her.The following evening, as I got home from work, Christy met me at the door and she was wearing a printed, button down the front dress. She looked very sexy as she told me that she was going over to Chris’s house early so they could make love before going for the tattoos. The tattoo on her pussy would mean that. . understand?The waitress at the Union was friendly. She couldn’t help but notice my seabag ... it was US Navy blue and as tall as I am. I slumped to a chair.“You’re new,” she wasn’t asking. She was telling.I nodded, and croaked out, “Coffee ... and whole wheat toast buttered, please and thank you.”“Seaman?” That was a genuine question. She called in my order and poured a cup at the same time.“Not exactly.” I said after a sip. “You saved my life,” as the toast slid in front of me.“Jam?”“I. She had experienced a lot of heavy petting already, and was almost certain of who she was going to sleep with first. We laughed about the 'first' that she had appended to her sentence.I was still feeling guilty and sad when I brought her back to Stanford and kissed her goodbye. We both knew this weekend had marked the end of our time of sexual intimacy together. We both wanted to keep our friendship, but thought we would stick to writing each other letters for awhile. We knew it would be hard.