"Well, no," I agreed. "I forgot that, um, that..." That you like celebrating your birthday?" Yes," I said. That was exactly it. Although, in light of ...he story about last year's birthday, that was probably going to be a bit of a hard sell. I looked at Tanya, my best friend, and took a deep breath."Okay, I need to be honest with you," I said quickly, trying to commit myself to finishing. "And I know it's going to sound a little weird." You haven't been honest with me?" her voice had lost none of. "I'm sor...I mean...Please tell me about tonight. Please." I said it carefully. She wanted me to beg. But she hated it when I whined or wheedled.She nodded slightly. She waved her hand to signal that I that I could sit. I kneeled at her feet. She reached over and stroked my head and my face. I could feel myself flushing. It was the first time she'd touched me in days. When it was clear I had her permission, I nuzzled her hand and kissed the palm. "Thank you," I whispered.***Had it really only. I took another shower, then laid out my clothes for the day... black knee-length skirt, red chiffon botton-down, low cut blouse, sheer "barely there" thigh high nylons and 3in heeled black leather pumps. At first I took out red lace bikini panties and matching demi-cup bra but settled on ivory lace panties and bra instead --- after all I am a "virgin" I laughed to myself. My thoughts, needless to say, were preoccupied that morning. Paul had left a text message on my phone "Don't forget. ” He said slowly and confidently and smiled like a little child getting ice cream. “And if you look closely, you can see the highway, right up the road.” Taking his invitation into consideration, I leaned toward the map and the head of his cock seemed to be sucked right into my grasp. I pretended to be studying the map as I slowly worked my hand up and down his shaft, slowly feeling every inch of him. He was solid and erect and I could feel every pulse of blood through his shaft as it continued.