I pulled at his shirt and he took it off. More kissing. More touching. I was ready to spasm but wanted to hold off on it so I sat up and pushed him up... I pulled his pants down and his cock sprang up. I pushed him back to the couch in a sitting position. I got down on my knees and took his cock in my mouth. I tasted the salty precum at the head but with a bunch of saliva it was diluted soon so it didnt bother me much. I went up and down on his shaft a few times, slowly. Then a few times a little. It really means a lot to me," she responds, her voice perking back up."It's not a problem. If we're done here I'm gonna go back upstairs. I have some things to take care of." Okay, sure," she replies smiling at me. I walk back up the stairs to my room immensely disappointed.'Well, that fucking sucked,' I think to myself. 'Looks like I'm gonna be jerking off a lot.'Over the next week, Cynthia began dressing more modestly, covering her body so as not to tempt me. We'd talk and eat like we. There had been a rumor goingaround that I had died..." That's a horrible rumor to spread? Why would they have believed it?" heasked dumbfounded."It's because I almost did..." I start to tell him, then take a deepbreath and continued. "I was pulled off the team two seasons ago becauseI was so sick... I did almost die... The rumor wasn't too far-fetched..."He told me, "Son that's horrible... If you don't mind me asking, whathappened?"I respond, "Sir, I think you already know..." At his blank. “Slut.” Holly replied, emerging out of the cubicle.“We’ll just go back out and see what happens girls. Could be a night to remember!” ------------------------------- Mehmet sat back and waited for the girls to come back. He could scarcely believe his luck. He was often in this bar looking for girls, and he usually didn’t have much trouble finding them, or indeed of fucking them. His eastern charm coupled with his good looks.