My friend's brother was rather cute, and a little effeminate, but sadly I never got to know him as well as I'd have liked to. On the day it all began,...a Saturday morning, I called over to see my friend only to be told he was at rugby practice (we went to the same boys' grammar school), and wouldn't be back until lunchtime. Mrs Webster said I could hang about until he came home and that her husband was taking her to do some shopping in town.So there I was in an empty house with nothing to do for. Anyway it’s your treat and I want you to help me get out of here, so this is a downpayment.”I was in two minds whether to watch; it would all be on film and in some ways watching everything afterwards had some advantages. On film I could distance myself a little, I could manage my angst, pause the action any time I liked, whereas watching live, even on the monitor felt different, somehow there was more pressure on me.There was no logic in the way I was thinking. If I'd been watching a football. “Well,” she murmured, “You know how you like to jump my bones and bang me brainless?”“I sure do,” I responded.“Well, again, as much as I like that, and as great as you are at doing it, that's not what I want tonight.”“What is it that you want tonight, then?” I asked, curiously.“I want you to make love to me the way you make love to Mel,” she whispered throatily.“Huh? What do you know about how I make love to Mel when you are not there?” I asked naively, and immediately wished that I could. As an afterthought, the bedside towel became a blindfold. Unable to see what he was doing, I focussed my attention on his touch, on his flicking tongue torturing my clitoris and labia. Relentless, he drove me to the brink of orgasm, and pulled away. His tongue and hands caressed my thighs, my breasts, everywhere except where I needed to feel him. My every muscle quivered, not knowing where his touch would fall next. Finally, I felt his penis again. He inserted just the head into me, slowly.