“Do you ever feel what I’m feeling?” I asked.“I did last night, when we were kissing, but that’s all.”“Not even when you saw me have tho...e orgasms?”“I saw your colors then, but I didn’t feel anything. This feeling stuff is all new.”“As is me, feeling you,” I said. “It might have been hard, but it worked. I didn’t feel very much at all while you were trying to hide it.”“Good,” he said. “If this is like other things, it will get easier, eventually.”We had supper and it was still early, so we both. It must involve rubbing your cock, I supposed, but wasn't sure the best way to do it. The first few times I tried, I'd just been rubbing my palm against the head of my cock over and over. It started out feeling good but the pre-cum dribbling out couldn't keep up with the friction, I didn't reach orgasm and the head of my penis got very sore. I was bummed and I couldn't find any books that said what you had to do or anyone that I felt comfortable asking. Next time I was at Rick's we were up in. “Now take off your clothes.”“What?” she asked, automatically taking off her top. “Why am I taking off my clothes?”“Because confession is a good thing and the truth shall set you free.” I said.Aya was wearing the faintest hint of a smile. I think she was expecting a sex game, and she wouldn’t be wrong, but this would be a sex game for my pleasure. Not hers.As she stood in my room naked, illuminated from the lamps on either side of my bed, I could see her nipples standing straight out. Damn, she. "Well next time you go, be sure to take me, OK?" I happily said, leaningback on the chair."OK." She said, sounding a bit confused.Of course, we weren't done by a long shot. With a dance ahead of us, wealso got our hair done. For the most part, I had been happy with how myhair looked. However, for the evening I had them add some extensionsturning my normal style into an elaborate French braid."Wow, Erin." Kaylee said looking at me.I giggled, spinning around. "You like?" I do." Good." Hugging.