Rounding the last corner, he spotted Veronicajust jumping out of a cab. He called and waived to her. Looking up shesmiled and waved in response. As...he approached her, he was a bitshocked at just how pretty she looked. Quickly his mind rushed back tothe days when they worked together, and how only once, did they everreally discuss a relationship outside of work. But both had agreed thatworkplace romances rarely work out, and cooler heads prevailed. And sothey continued on as good friends. . Her breasts were perky with big nipples, more than a handful a piece. I kissed each one as we made our way over to the bed. She pushed me down, and ripped of my shoes, socks, and pants. I crawled backwards up the bed as she followed me, like a lion stalking its prey. When I reached the head board, we both stopped. She looked me in the eyes for a second, until her eyes dropped to my cock. She opened her mouth wide, and lowered her head down until I could feel the back of her throat. She slowly. It sent jolts of electric pleasure through my body. I encouraged her to keep going while jamming three finger into pussy, squirming around like worms, trying to reach its innermost limits. Her mouth encompassed my cock, head humping it like a bobble-head doll. Precum just kept dribbling out of the eye of my dick and always Nicole engulfed it and either ate it or spread it up and down my shaft for lubrication. All the while I'm whispering encouraging words and fingering her, scraping. Can I explain them? Not really because boys don't have the context. They haven't grown up as a girl with a girl's body and hormones. Okay, going down on a boy is explainable, sort of, to a gay boy, but that's about it.Boys do ask questions, though. I've gotten questions about what it's like to wear a skirt or dress. The trouble is, if you know, you don't have to ask. Years later I met a guy who wore a kilt (and no, I'm not saying what's worn under a kilt; nothing was worn, it was as good as.