If he ever discovered that urgent need within himself, he wouldn’t want to ask for it. He would be embarrassed. He wouldn’t want to take something...like that from me without giving me something in return. But I wanted to give it to him. I wanted euphoria for him. In part because I didn’t think he had ever felt it, and in part because, every now and again, everyone should experience completely selfish sexual ecstasy. We were lying together. I was comforted by his presence. His breathing was. At one point I thought I saw her glance down at my crotch, and her smile flared slightly; I don’t know where my blood rushed to the fastest – to my face or to my cock.Mandy informed me that she had suggested to Christine that the pair of them head off to the nightclub on the forthcoming Saturday night. Christine had immediately agreed.On following Saturday evening Mandy once again dressed to perfection prior to her heading to the nightclub with Christine. I glanced at her strong, supple legs. I take the bags through and drop them on the bed, resisting the urge to peek in them at the things I haven't seen properly. The kettle is on and the cups are ready when you return."Did you really feel as embarrassed and exposed as you said when Helen tried the breast forms on you?" you ask impishly, sliding your arm about my waist.Even as I think of my reply, I shiver at the memory. It is all the answer you need and you laugh at my shame. "You always seemed so cool and confident before, that. It was a fast dance, but she would swing in close, touching me briefly, making eye contact, and the message contained in her gaze was unmistakable. At first I was confused by it all, the feel of her brushing against me, the smell of her perfume, the wispy softness of her long hair as she swung it around in a seductive manner. But eventually I became aware that I was responding to her. That feeling down below just could not be dismissed. I was feeling so erotic, so naughty, so disoriented. .