’‘I can’t believe this. My best friend is a fucking lesbian!’By now, tears were filling my eyes. ‘I’ve always loved you, but if you’re a...ting like that, fine!’ I wiped my eyes and took a few steps away. To my surprise and delight, she wrapped an arm around my waist, spun me around, and kissed me passionately.I kissed her back, and we staggered over to the couch, our tongues intertwined. Her lips were smooth and thick, but surprisingly solid against mine. Her lower lip was a little chapped near. I kept looking up athim and squirming as he caressed my nipple."That's impossible." What's impossible?" Why that would mean you liked getting blowjobs!"He never let go of my tit. "If you say so."He looked at me and licked his lips. He wanted to ask but he was afraidhe'd offend me. "Geez Gwen, you can't mean you have a dick!"I squirmed so that he could reach my other tit. "Really?" Oh God, Gwen."I kept my position and put a leg over his leg. My wedges were so cute.He swallowed, but he never. He smiled at me (as was customary when meeting someone new), stretched out his hand to shake mine in a greeting, and I felt my knees wobble. I quickly recovered, hopefully quickly enough so he did not even notice. About a month later, I was working for the man that coveted my fantasies and worked his way into my dreams by just the sound of his voice. Meetings were difficult, for as he stood there and spoke in front of the group, I could only stare. His eyes always took me to a far away place. I want to be up close and watch you play with yourself. I never really watched you jerk off. Can you do that for me if I take my blouse and bra off, and you can watch me touch myself?”Tim nodded.I quickly slipped my pullover off, undid my bra, and threw it aside.Bill: “That’s so hot when you play with yourself.”Me: “I’m going to undo your pants for you.”I undid the button on the top of Tim’s jeans, unzipped his fly, and laid it open.Me: “Now, take your cock out and do it.”Tim slid his jeans.