It didn't help a bit to take away the longing that ate at me. When I left the shower, the phone was ringing. I walked to the nightstand, still naked, ...o answer it."Hi Sherri, it's Jennifer." Funny how four words could make me weak inside. "Hey Jenn, you disappeared on me." Yeah, sweetie, I had to be here to take some phone calls this morning. I just wanted to make sure you were alright and let you know why I left. Do the new things fit all right?" I wouldn't have any idea yet," I said. "Why is. I was worried how was I going to say no, if I was not able to say yes? The last thing I ever wanted to do was hurt her feelings. (I was not going to say no; this was my brain pretending to be more wholesome than I truly am). And then her lips were on mine, her eyes to my eyes, and we kissed; hungry; and I wanted her. OH, how I wanted her.In an instant, she pushed me back, and pinned me to the bed, holding my wrists. My eyes begged her to do it. I was not going to stop us. I didn't know what to. I pulled her close, our bodies pressed against each other, my hands explored her backside, discovering a tight, firm body. Her waist was narrow and firm, her hips formed a perfect hourglass figure and her back was sexy. She had her hands around the back of my neck, looking into my eyes.Her eyes were a beautiful blue, almost the same color as my own. She stood just a few inches shorter than me, but her six inch heels helped. I'm six feet two inches tall and figured her to be about five, four.Her. If they actually tried to sex me, I’d usually put a wrist lock or arm bar on them, then pretend they were hurting me, and both of us would moan, only their moans would be real. Nobody got really fresh once they figured out what I would, and wouldn’t allow.It was a sensation, and I almost always wound up cumming on stage when we did it. The audience loved it, I loved it, and the volunteer almost always took it as a great compliment when I came – which I always did, even if I had to fake it.I had.