Completely sober now, she knew what it was. The memory of her masturbation and having Miriam walk in and assist her into a second orgasm left a dark t...hought crashing through her mind. Shame and embarrassment gnawed at her. Another thing, as she considered it as objectively as possible, was Miriam's parting comment about being able to persuade her to agree to mate- swapping. She had been right at the time... There was something callous and threatening in her voice!Surely, just having seen her. As I was being pulled back into him I could notice, through his singlet, that he had an erection too, and there was a wet spot where the head of his dick was. I froze in fear. What was about to happen? Was I about to have sex with one of the school’s hottest and nicest jocks? No way, this wasn’t happening, it had to be a dream! Gabe stood up and locked the door to the training room. My mind was going a million miles per hour, not to mention my heart beating even faster than that.“I know you’re. What I’m not aware of is where your restroom is.” “Steve always does this delivery.”“I see. Well, when Steve comes here does he ever have to piss?”He nodded suspiciously. “Sometimes, yeah.”“Okay, and where would he go to do that?”“The restroom, of course.”“Naturally… thank you.” I couldn’t decide whether to accept that I was apparently trapped in a low-budget remake of "Waiting for Godot", itself a low-budget affair long on absurdity but short on fanfare, or if it might simply be more. “I’m...” she began and as quickly stopped. She was going to ask if she could go down on him, but decided she would wait until they were in bed later that night and just do it. Instead of continuing, though, she changed tack and said, “Darling, when you finish your shower, could you bring a tampon for me out to the kitchen?” Then she giggled and said, “Kramer, I hate you!”“And why do you hate me now?”“Because you’re wrecking my budget is why,” she pouted.“Your budget?”“Yeah. For tampons. Usually.