Do you mean 'with' as in... sex? Or anything physical? Or just like date wise?" Um... Anything physical sounds good. When was your last good make out ...ession?" Phoebe prodded teasingly."Well me and Tayler got pretty wasted last Saturday night and I'm pretty sure we did some things. Does that count? Why do you ask anyway?" Oh, no reason. I'm just curious. It's been sooooooo long for me... It drives me crazy that I can't just make out with a guy, enjoy the kissing, without him wanting me to put. .knowing how hot this makes youi whisper softly...gliding my fingers over my lips...feeling my wetness...you moan softly in my ear...telling me how bad you want to see that...i ask you what your doing...Stroking my hard cock for you baby...I moan at the thought...wishing I could see you...each of us getting more turned on by the mental pictures we have of each other...i want to hear how excited you are...My voice so soft I ask you how hard you are...you tell me your throbbing...I let my voice. He doesn't stop me. After a minute, he breaks the kiss and gently pushes me back to my sit, all in silence, not saying anything. I feel like I fucked up.... The car goes on the road, while I sit there thinking whether I should apologize or say something. We don't speak at all, until he slows down and pulls up to an apartment building, we're still kind of downtown, definitely not where my home is. "This is where I live," he tells me. "Do you want to come up?" I nod slowly, my head overheating. He cleverly had the shower running, so no one would be suspicious as to what he was doing in there, but he wasn’t taking a shower. Sohail was standing outside the stall, fully clothed except that his jeans and shorts were down around his ankles. He was standing before the sink, and in the sink he’d propped a big color photo of a naked woman. He was staring at the picture and pumping his cock like crazy.I stifled a giggle. I’d really caught all’ Sohail this time. Totally unaware that he had an.