Letting me explore and pleasure him, letting me exercise the thoughts and lustful desires that overwhelmed me. We agreed to met the same time, the ver...y next week. All week, I thought about him. I thought about my mouth on him and his on me. I realized I loved pleasing him, I loved the taste of his cum and the sounds of his moans. I couldn’t wait to see him again and I wondered what I could do to please him. I wondered if he wanted to fuck me. When no one else was home, I began inserting my. Whatever that means.'For once, he spotted the cue, leant forward and kissed her. Shereturned it fiercely and they rolled together on the sofa and thecarpet, tangled, urgent. It was all he hoped for or fantasised, untilshe firmly refused his attempts to assist her from her clothing.'Not now, love,' she whispered in his ear. 'Too early. Soon.'And with that promise ringing in his ears, they kissed goodnight atsome length, and went to their separate beds.*That Thursday Catherine was aware of a. "That's it, Sam." She wiped her mouth, which I thought was kind of rude. "I was just checking." Checking what, Katie?" Whether I'm missing anything. I'm not."I looked at her."Maybe you'd like to try some other things, Katie?" I extended my hand as though to touch her boob and she slapped it away."Touch me and you die, Sam. I'll cut off your dick, don't think I won't."That was the end of her experimentation with straight sex as far as I knew, but not sex with otherwise straight women. If I'd had. Just tell me when baby and I'll do it. Love you too baby, see you tonight."I had sweat on my upper lip and it was all I could do to keep from running over to her cubicle and shouting, "Me, pick me!"My weekend sucked! No matter where I went, no matter what I did I had a head full of images of Belinda catching me under the mistletoe. What really made it bad was that Christmas was only two weeks away and every fucking store I went to was decorated for the holidays and that kept the thought of.