" I said, feeling my body start to tingle as I imagined my lips on her nipples, lapping at them, sucking on them, nibbling them. The wetness inside me...grew. She giggled, opening her eyes and looking at me. Her gaze travelled the length of my naked body, her tongue brushing over her lips as she reached up to play with those hard nipples, making me shiver with anticipation. My own nipples began to respond as I watched her fingers dancing lightly over her pink buds. She suddenly pinched herself. "My presence here is fortuitous," she began. "Usually, no one is in on a weekend, unless we're working on something urgent. Please, just relax and tell me what you want us to do for you."I told her of my suspicions and gave her all of the information that I had. When I told her of the VIP apartment at the publishing house, she grimaced."Jerry," she hesitated and then asked if she could address me so. I nodded. "Ok, Jerry. I get the drift. Based on what you have told me, I would tend to agree. My soul melted into his palm. Forget intercourse, or at least the times I'd been shafted by my two boyfriends. This coupling, my pussy lips inside his hand, was the best joining I'd ever experienced. But he didn't part my lips and feel inside me, as much as I wanted it. That might come later and would cost me extra. But the cupping, having my cunt lips fondled was fantastic. I may have even had an orgasm. It relieved some of my tension and allowed me to experience the next twenty minutes. We still had arguments and Sandy would move out and then we would make up and she would move back in. We both developed new interests and did a lot of new things without the other being involved, but we stayed together. Two years went by and then the wedding talk started again, but I was no more ready to commit then than I had been in college. This time however Sandy picked up on my reticence and after a couple of months she said, "What's the matter Paul, you don't want to marry me?"The truth.