She laughed openly at me and said that Kurt would find it funny too. What she had put on was a brief top with no bra under it and a short skirt that l...ft her fat but shapely legs uncovered. She sat on the edge of the bed and had me slip stockings up her legs, which got me aroused but upset me at the same time, because I knew that soon Kurt would be admiring them and stroking his hands over their silky, somewhat shiny surfaces. Gerta had me get the pair of shoes that was under the bed, new ones. It was on a Tuesday when I got the call. I always got nervous when I got a call from a number I didn’t recognize because it might be a bill collector who got my cell number. But I also knew that I gave this number to every business I had applied to, so I answered my phone. “Hello?” “Yes, may I speak with Cheyanne Lewis?” asked a man’s voice. “This is Cheyanne.” “Good afternoon, my name is Kaleb Winter and I’m with-” (the name of the company isn’t important, especially if I’m telling a true. The next time we were to play was on my birthday. We had decided that it was going to be my choice on what we did. I told Sam and Tom that I wanted Stacy and I to play, they were to go along but not tell her. We went out to dinner and the plan was to go back to their place for a swap and it was going to be my choice if we did separate rooms or in the same room. As we drove home from dinner, Stacy asked me what I wanted to do for my birthday. I leaned in to her ear with my hand on her thigh and. You had three times as much to drink as I did, but you still kept your moral bearing.” “If my moral bearing was so high, why are we lying in bed together, completely naked?” “Good question. I wanted to make love to you. You refused. I held your erect penis and asked, ‘What are we going to do with this?’ “You said, ‘You can’t put it in your vagina, your mouth, or your rectum’. “I asked, ‘What about a hand job?’ “You didn’t refuse, so that’s what I gave.