She turned a bright crimson and made a shrieking 'mmfff' noise. All I could do was tuck my cock back into my pants, and shake my head wearily, turning...away to give her privacy to finish her 'fix'. We didn't speak of that day again.I can't bring myself to address this issue straight-on. I know, I know she'd deny having a quote-unquote problem, but oh, she does. Not only does she seem to have an insatiable appetite for the packing tape, and, yes, the Styrofoam worms as well, but an actual fetish. "You are sweating your ass off, Eric. Why don't you take off this white t-shirt? I'd love to see you completely naked."I swallowed but fulfilled her request."Oh, you are quite sexy too, stud. Now place your hands back onto my butt and hold me close to you." No," I objected, backing away somewhat."Why?" she pondered, stroking my rod. "You want me, so have me. Once you do, it won't be so hard to see me naked and massage me. Who cares if I'm technically still in a relationship?"Suddenly, I began. I was slender, as I was also on the track team, but not skinny. The boys never drooled over me- I had only been asked out twice in my life, and both of them had only wanted to get into my pants. I was smarter than Oliver, but I couldnt hold a conversation with someone I didnt already know to save my life. And I tended to be emotional. I suppose that if we had met in high school, Ollie and I would not have been the best friends we were. I had known him since kindergarten, where we had instantly. Emma was about to offer an apology and leave when Amanda said, whether for sport or some other motive, Emma was not sure, "This lady is my dinner guest, Jane. Please show her the respect that deserves."Amanda didn't even look at Emma to see if she wanted to eat with her and Emma wondered why such a young, vibrant woman would even want to. 'Probably feels sorry for me standing here like a drowned rat, although that is partly her fault I suppose, ' Emma thought, but part of her was quite thrilled.