One thing that I truly liked about Rachel was her pragmatism; she knew that although we were going out, she had already made a decision that since I w...as already living a gigolo lifestyle, and she just didn't see herself as presenting enough incentive for me to give it all up, but she was going to remain faithful to me; and then she still gave me instructions that if I were ever to find a damsel in distress who was in need of some loving, I should ensure that she got it.There I was, I had been. ”I blushed and couldn’t contain the grin on my face. “You’re gonna have to come home early if you keep talking like that,” I told her. “I don’t think I can handle another week without you.”“You’ll do just fine,” she said, but she was grinning too. “How’s things going back there?”“Good, but I do have one small thing I need to talk to you about.”“Oh? Sounds ominous.”“Not really,” I assured her. “Have you told your parents about the Sorority at all?”“Of course. It’s Hollywood. Things like that are. “I’ll give you a blow job if you don’t tell on me!”The shocks just kept coming, and I had no response for this. I’m not gay, and would much rather have had Kathy’s red lips wrapped around my rock hard cock.Perhaps assuming my hesitation meant acceptance, or perhaps due to his own nerves, Billy didn’t wait. He knelt down in front of me, and before you can say “fellatio” he had my pants unbuttoned and was pulling them down my legs, along with my underwear. I stiffened, never having had a blow job. She’d shaken me out of my pity zone and given me a glimpse of what happy felt like.Why me? Why was she focused on me? A crush four-plus years ago when she was a child didn’t explain it. Was it sympathy? Or was she lonely?I dressed in shorts and an old but favored olive green Tee, and headed back to the kitchen for more coffee. She wasn’t there. Her large yellow leather handbag hung from the back of a chair.Pouring another mug of coffee, I called out, “Kimber?”Slightly muffled, her voice floated.