“Hmm, no.” His gaze travelled over her, pausing at her mouth before moving slowly down her body. He finally looked her in the eyes. “Having sex ...ounds so clinical. I want to fuck you.” She let out the breath she’d been holding. A surge of something completely and utterly carnal took hold of her. “I didn’t know,” she said breathlessly. “I mean, look at you… and look at me.” He frowned, appearing annoyed by that, as if he couldn’t understand why she felt so out of her depth when it came to his. She picked it up saying. ‘I’ll get you a proper coffee.’ and went off to the counter. Minutes later she joined me with two mugs. This was proper coffee. She looked at me for a moment Probably having the same problem as I did. How do you start a conversation under these circumstances. Eventually I just asked her how she was. She laughed. ‘Danny, I am fine. How about you?’ ‘Well, thank you. Then the conversation seemed to stop. I got out my cigarettes and offered her one, just trying to fill. I don't want to loose that."He looked at me "I want to be friends, but i feel like friends can just have some fun."I bit my lip looking at his bulge. He then got up and grabbed us both a beer. I drank mine and we laid back looking at the ceiling. When I finished the beer was let go on the floor. My hand found his and he slowly held my hand tight. Guiding it to his crotch. When I felt his manhood; the thought came to mind I'll just rub it. I groped his dick with my right hand listening to his. In that time we broke up briefly a couple of times, and in one of those breaks, I fucked someone else, my first time and hers.But I never fucked Debbie. We snogged, I sucked her tits. She never touched my cock,I would go home with the most painful hard on, and tug away at it for relief. On one final occasion, after we had parted, she came to my house and I fingered her pussy.She was as tight as a drum, and dry as a bone. Zilch. No chanc. So, we kept vaguely in touch until 1980 by which time she.