. well ... taking care of myself."I think Nick blushed more than I did at the mention of masturbation. It was rather cute, actually."But I don't want ...the complications of sex, and I don't want to get involved in a relationship." And there probably aren't a whole lot of lesbians here, are there?" Nick added while nodding in agreement with me.Lesbians? Oh, right. I almost forgot. He still doesn't know I'm into guys."Right ... well..." I muttered. "There might be more than you think,. "All I've got to offer is an idea of what we may have to work with and what we can do with it." Okay," she said, leaning her head upon my shoulder. "That's better than what I've got now." All right," I said, taking a deep breath. God, I hoped she was ready for this. "For the foreseeable future, we live in a land of plenty. That is to say that the society that just died left us a whole hell of a lot to work with. Granted, there are expiration dates on some of it. Processed food, fuel for the. In any case, we were young and the harassment was mutual. Sure, as assistant manager I was more or less her boss, but an assistant manager in a fast food store is not really far removed from the troops. She was a new employee, hired as a hostess, but really she was just a cashier. She was a recent high school graduate who came up from Kentucky to work in southern Ohio. I think she was following a boyfriend. She was pretty and knew it. She was also a big flirt and knew she could play with men. For me, it is like music from heaven. Our second attempt at coupling succeeds in lodging the head of my penis securely inside you. Before I can start thrusting, you stop me. Placing your hands on my chest, you raise up into a sitting position. You balance there for a moment, your thighs like bands of velvet steel. You close your eyes and your tongue races over your lips. Slowly, very slowly, you gobble me inside of you. The sight before me is so incredible that my first wish is for a camera. If.