"Wha... what? Okay, what is going on?" he demands to know. It gets cool, and stays cool, in the computer room where I work. It has to for the computer...s there to function well. So we wear warm clothes. I have on some wool slacks and a linen sweater. I pull down the pants and lean up against the buttress. I look over my shoulder and wiggle my ass a little. This guy cannot be this slow, I think to myself."Oh, shit, lady. What the hell?" He's freaking now. I may lose him, and I don't want to. I. That was my personal rule to get through this evening. Denise and I handled all the talking. Everybody told me I was a saint. Barrett was the silent gentleman. He pulled out my chair whenever we sat, got me punch without me asking, and when we were alone, he would give his opinion to what I said in prior conversations. He actually listened to me. And was I ever impressed that he could dance. He was nimble and light on his feet as he spun, dipped, and twirled me. Compared to him, I probably. While I got my hand covered in lube and gently rubbed it into her ass, he lubed up his cock ready to begin. Then we swapped places, and with me behind him talking to Laura, he pulled her ass cheeks apart and slowly pushed his big hard cock head into her ass.Mike's cock is similar in size to mine and I don't think Laura realised there was any difference. She pushed back against his cock, and I heard a distinct sigh from both of them as his cock head broke through her sphincter muscle and reached. Did I want a blow job from my best male friend? Well, did I?“Well,” I began, “If I do this, it would have to be the Secret of Secrets between us.” His eyes opened farther.“You mean you don’t hate me now? I swear I’m not gay! I love fucking women. This has nothing to do with that.”“I get it. You’re horny, you need sexual contact with another human being. I get it. But ... well is that it? That’s all?”“Um ... yeah. I guess.”By then I was tired of keeping my erection hidden. I made a decision. I.