I could feel my pants get tight as my dick filled with blood. “Well, I think I’d like to do that now.” She looked up at me, trying to read my ex...ression.Recovering from my immediate shock, I had to adjust my dick, which had become uncomfortably stiff in its current place. “Well, tell me a little more about it.” I replied dryly. “I mean, who? When? What do you mean ‘date’?” It had always been clear, or so I thought, that this meant a sex date, and I was supposed to be involved, somehow.“First, I. The evening ended with my staying overnight sharing the bed andmaking lesbian sex as I too was having difficulty with my manly part.Next morning we both got up after some more snuggling, Marina went to thekitchen to prepare breakfast while telling me that I could use her razorand shaving cream to shave and that there were towels already out for meto shower and dry myself off. So I went and did so.As I exited the room dressed and refreshned I could whiff the freshcoffee and fried eggs. She sat. At 5'8" and 110 pounds and a firm 34D-24-35, she looked amazing. Not to mention having long red hair to her waist, matching red bush and sparkling green eyes.She'd done her usual routine: putting on eyeliner to make it dark around her eyes, painting her nails dark red to match the red lipstick on her full pouty lips we jokingly called 'prostitute red'. When she walked in a store she wanted all eyes on her, and it worked. We headed out that night in a new car we'd just bought so car trouble was. Clearly within Mike’s earshot, Melissa answered Ian’s question. ‘Yes I’d love to go out with you tonight,’ she replied, getting a pen and a piece of paper. ‘Here’s my phone number. I leave work at five so give me a call around six to arrange a time to meet.’ Ian ran out the door, desperate to find a quiet space in which he could explode and voice his amazed pleasure that a girl had finally said that wonderful three letter word – ‘Yes’! His state of euphoria was cut short by a car horn pressed.