I played along, to see where this was going. Then, as expected, she asked my name. We sparred back and forth for a while, both being as clever as we c...uld. Then the conversation turned to sex, and it was started by her. She asked me a few questions, like girlfriends, age, what I liked, etc. Then she asked "how long is your cock?".I asked why she wanted to know, and she said she was "just curious". I told her it was 9" long, but not thick, kind of slim. She got very interested, and we started. I tried so many things to cover up inthese periods, but it got to the point that I actually hated the class.I was so sensitive about it that it began to affect my social life.One day my best friend, Carolyn, asked me to stay overnight with her.This was a thing we did whenever we could and was a nice thing for bothof us. We could talk about boys and pretend that we knew so much morethan we really did about sex and life. We would listen to records andjust lie around in our nightgowns and giggle. She smiles. Shakes raven hair streaked with electric blue and grinds back on mystery cock. The heat from his body spills into her, warms her, makes her mouth water.She doesn't want to give in yet. But the need is already on her tongue, between her legs. A little taste wouldn’t matter. Call it an appetizer.When the song ends, she leaves him tucked into a corner, ballcap pulled low, like he’s sleeping off the greatest of highs.She’s in the Salt Pewter’s extravagant tour bus after the show, their. I got into technical writing because of some problems with people were having difficulty understanding how to use a couple of my more complicated inventions. It did not hurt that I never built the devices (other than a prototype) and licensed the devices to a large company. It was a very lucrative arrangement. I did not get any extra money for the manual rewrite to clear up Japanese to American English mishmashes. I did it because I wanted the devices to work.I got into bodice rippers because I.