The kind lady at the counter reassured Sue that she was out there for her if she needed anything. Sue told me she was so nervous that she was shaking ...hen she entered the dark theater and sat down. There were about a dozen men there. I had told her that women are rare there and most men are bisexual and there to suck each other. This proved to be true and Sue saw some of the men sucking each other.A couple of men sat on either side of my nervous friend. Another man had lifted her dress and. He looked like he was ready to cry. Phil just smiled, and stepped back again. I was already impressed with him before this, but it made me feel better knowing he could handle himself.Everyone stared at Richard, sitting on the floor and looking over at Phil.I was reaching in my pocket, and counting out a thousand dollars. I moved over to Richard and offered him the money. He turned and looked at it before scrambling to his feet, and grabbing it out of my hand."That's a thousand dollars, Richard.. We need to—’ ‘Shhhhh . . .’ he stopped her. His voice was gentle and the look in his eyes hypnotic. ‘Not now. I know we need to talk . . . but . . .’ Marissa wanted to cry out or slap him or something. She was falling for him. A part of her wanted to know if he was worth it. If his unspoken promises would be delivered. If he felt the same way. She needed to hear the words. Yet, the other part of her knew that he would catch her. He had treated her too well and his actions spoke louder than any. A turn of my head slightly to the left at the right time gave me a view up those smooth thighs. Her basket weave flats would dangle from her toes whose nails were always polished,and the crossed leg swung back and forth as if keeping beat to some unheard music. God, I was in love, naive, and as usual always getting a hard on. I was tall and thin, blond, and was a late developer. I swam a lot but while I was strong I wasn't very muscular. Almost no facial hair, only one or two chest and pubic.