“So, what should I do?” I asked. “I mean, I know I’m not a stud, but this kind of hurts my man-pride.”Angie smiled.“Well,” she replied, ...still holding on to my forearm, “if you want to come over for a bit, we can talk about it in a more private place rather than out here where everyone can see us.”Angie and I became better acquainted with each other that day, and our friendship blossomed in the most unexpected of ways, and when I say that we became great friends, I mean that we developed a. "If you have any questions, call me. I like to take good care of my girls. Now, let's get you out of here and on your way home before your mother thinks I kidnapped you."She drove us back to Nollie's car, and waved as she drove off. It was still snowing lightly, and Nollie was very careful.About halfway home Nollie asked, "What do you want to do tonight?" I want to make love with you," I said, "but I need a shower first. It feels like my pussy was drenched in Elmer's glue."I stayed at Nollie's. His playing with her clit was drawing a response from her body, regardless of her true desires. And now realizing it was happening, she couldn’t take her mind off the finger on her clit.She felt him slip a finger in her. Easily. She was already very wet.She tried to suppress a shudder. She tried to tell herself that it was a shudder of revulsion. The shiver up her spine denied her that lie. She didn’t want it to feel good.The finger was sliding in and out of her, curling forward, rubbing. The parking lot was filled with cars that had seen better decades. Any expectations I had for this place were obviously too high. It was a dive. No self-respecting hooker would be caught here if she had more than two teeth. The neon sign outside either wasn’t on, or most likely, didn’t work. I think the exterior was gray, under all that crap, but I wasn’t checking too closely. I opened the door and was almost bowled over by the stench. Stale beer, unwashed bodies, cigarette smoke and weed..