I think she also expected to find out a little more about me. I didn't talk much about my time in the Navy.Introductions were made but Diane could har...ly catch the names. The accents covered the whole of the British Isles, including Ireland, north and south. The afternoon was one of reminiscence and story telling, with much "do you remember..." and "what happened to..." The pub rocked to our laughter.During the course of the story telling Diane and I got divided. The sailors, however, did not. His cock stiffened in his pants and he tried to keep his voice calm."And what happened then?" he asked."That night, not much else. When we were both satiated, we went to bed. Separately. We did it again a few more times and then one night she asked if she could go down on me. She was curious. I said yes, and had a great orgasm. I returned the favor, but didn't enjoy it." You didn't?" No. Like I said, that's when I realized I wasn't bi. I just liked the energy of getting off together. Kind of. She opened his door and stepping out into the hallway, closed it just as quickly and silently as she had opened it. She walked down to the end of the hall, to the last door on the right. Inside, she found Beth sitting on the edge of her bed, sobbing. "I j-j-just can't do it," she stammered in between sobs. Her roommate sat down on the bed opposite her, staring at the floor. Silently, each of their thoughts consumed them as they pondered their predicament.Finally, Misty spoke. "If you don't. He opened the door wider andbowed her in with a mock flourish. ‘Welcome. I’m glad you could make it.’ She didn’t reply in case her voice squeaked, but insteadshe just walked on through into his living room with herheart pounding. All she had to do now was to make surehe knew why she had changed her mind. ‘Coffee, or something else to drink perhaps?’ She shook her head and took another deep breath. ‘That’snot what I’ve come round for.’.