His penis pointed straight up. His pulse was evident in it.It was my turn to bend over him. Oral was part of foreplay with long ago boyfriends, and or...al is something AJ had fantasized about me doing.This was AJ’s doing, AJ’s fault. I kissed at Rudy’s hip: he jerked as if he had gotten a shock."Are you all right, Rudy?"There was a nod: "Yes I am. My wife never does that." Then enjoy this," I said. He was staring at me, I could see that. I moved so that I was kissing at his upper leg. The man was. Don’t ask how he got here, this isn’t a fucking biography. Suffice to say that an advanced sense of kink and a deep sense of morality can end up as unhappy roommates within the same human being. Check out that quotation at the start–it ain’t lyin’.Nor, let it be stated, has Jed spent his nights lusting and scheming. Hell, for years he didn’t dare admit his lusts to himself. Admittedly they were much easier to suppress when he was shacked up with a steady girlfriend–happily shagging the weekends. A few seconds later my eyes adjusted to the bright light and I saw him clearly. The man was tall and slender, early-thirties, dark-haired. He looked at me from head to toe. I stirred self-consciously."It seems that you need help," he said."Yes," I answered.He stepped back and asked me in."What happened?" he questioned as I hobbled in.I lied back in the armchair he offered me and started to recount my misadventures, starting from the moment when the tire exploded. He listened attentively, his. It wasn’t like a normal hug. Instead, she would come to my room (as I wasn’t interested in hearing her and my mom gossip, I used to sit in my room) and hug me but not in a normal way. Here, she would be pressing my head against her boobs. At first, I was shocked because of me touching her boobs but soon it became unusual.The last way was kissing. After hugging came to a stop, she would kiss me on the cheek. This too continued for some time. Soon, I started doubting whether she was trying to.