As I let go I said, “I call it Mike. So does everyone else. It calls itself Mike too.” She laughed as she retrieved her hand from mine. “You’r... kind of strange and a little bit funny.” “Is that good?” I asked. “Yes,” she answered. That’s how it began. We talked for an hour or more, the drinks making the time hard to read. Eloni worked with Jenny at a photography studio. Eloni was a photographer, Jenny was the receptionist. After a few drinks and a great deal of conversation about music Eloni. Nice body. Smallish breasts[34A, I found out later], trim waist, and a cute little butt. Great legs, for her height. I left her. I had done my good deed for the day. I ran into her two weeks later at the library, again. I felt a presence, and looked up. ‘I’m stuck again. See you outside.’ I sat right where I was. Five minutes later she was back. ‘Why didn’t you come out?’ ‘Because I didn’t hear the magic word.’ ‘What word?’ I grinned. ‘You don’t seem dense, you’ll figure it out eventually.’ I. I was tight, not opening up and he was having trouble getting his cock in. I could tell he was pissed, he slapped my ass very hard, held me tight and forced his cock in. I cried out, he didn't give a shit, he just fucked me harder, telling me not to fight it.When I started to cry he just laughed and called me a whiny faggot. I was sobbing when he finished. He held me and kissed me. He played with my cock and got me hard. He put my hand down there and told me to jack off for him, he wanted to. I raised my head and pulled my finger out of her. She gave another heavy sigh, and her green eyes were momentarily empty as she gazed at me.Uncertainly I said, “Sorry, I couldn’t do anything.”“Sorry?” she exclaimed, reaching an arm to pull my head towards hers. “You think you let me down? I loved what you did. Not the total call. But I had drained you.”She applied a little more pressure and our lips came together in a warm friendly kiss. Breaking away Connie gave a chuckle, “Huh, I can taste.