‘You are so getting lucky tonight. But you don’t have to pretend to like jazz just to get in my pants.’ That made me feel better. ‘But I like...being in your pants.’ ‘Save that thought. But try this.’ she said. ‘Stop trying to figure it out. It’s not blues. The musicians know the pattern – but they deliberately leave it, and go for a wander, before they come back. Don’t think about it. Just feel it. Think about sex. Imagine what I’m going to do to you later.’ We ordered another drink, while. I worried that he wouldn't like it or that he might get tired and want to stop, so I said "you don't have to keep going if you don't want to", but he just squeezed my hand and brought his tongue back to my clit.As his movements became more focused I could feel that warm glow begin to grow inside me. I found myself moaning even louder, thrusting my hips into his face as fast as I could. I'd never had a guy give me an orgasm before, and I was so close this time, but just too nervous for it to. I want to get laid. She threw her left arm around my neck and felt the outline of my now-hard cock with her right, whispering into my ear ‘I can’t wait, let’s go right now’. Just then I saw someone I recognised a few tables over, and she saw and recognised me. She was one of my wife’s friends. She is bound to tell tales, but then again there isn’t anything I probably can’t explain away as harmless fun. Who gives a shit? I’ve been three weeks without a shag and I’m gagging for it. I wanted to. I just know that when I did dressfor myself, I started taking quite a bit more time doing make-up andtaking care of my now longer hair as my unisex hair cut let me style myown hair without needing to use a wig all of the time.I was taking care of a few things around the apartment when I heard aknock on the door. I went to answer it and saw Kelly standing therewith some papers in her hand, and a curious smile on her face."Come on in Kelly. Can I get you something to drink?" Thanks Charlie that.