”“What like ‘fancy a fuck?’ or something?” she said.He shrugged, “You never know you might get a nice surprise.”“Or the answer might b...e no, and I’d feel foolish and humiliated for ever having asked,” she said.“Well there is that possibility I suppose,” he said.“That’s the trouble,” she said, “If I want it, how do I go about finding out if I’m likely to get it without embarrassing myself?”“Good question,” he said, “Perhaps some kind of signal, like the gays do?”“What, you mean wearing a pink. Jona sighs blissfully. She remembers her past in her dreams. FLASHBACK: 10 YEARS AGOINT., JONA'S APARTMENT, DAY, FLASHBACK(preferably soft-focus, because dream memory)Jona's apartment.It's a sunny afternoon in summer. Jona (now about 18) entersthe entrance area with a bundle of books under her arm.She closes the door with her foot and her bum, and slowlygoes into her study. P.O.V. Jona: She goes through an open arc door towards a?desk. on the computer monitor a. ...I put my hand round his stiff cock and gently wanked him. I did not want him to cum to quickly. He reached forward and started to stroke my cock. It was great to feel another man's hand on my cock as he moved it up and down, pulling my foreskin over my wet helmet. Steve's tool was about the same length as mine but slightly less thick. He was also uncut.We were both getting close and decided that we should stop for a few moments to draw breath. I sat back on the sofa admiring Steve's hard. Just in case she may be repulsed I sort of moved my hand away, making it look like it was a sort of accident, so that she had the option to remove it. I held my breath in anticipation, feeling the warmth of her hand there, hoping she would relent and do something magic with that hand still positioned n the same place and unmoving. The kiss didn’t stop at that point so the fact that she hadn’t removed her hand endeared me just to relax and enjoy the moment, and whatever that moment would lead.