She took my penis into her mouth as she pulled my pants and underwear all the way down, then held them as I lifted one foot and then the other out of ...hem, never once taking her beautiful mouth from my swollen and aching penis.When she stood up to face me and we were completely naked together, both of us smiled, enjoying the feel of the air on our bodies and the realization that we were at one with ourselves, the beautiful surroundings, and the feelings of love and lust coursing through. It’s times like this that she feels like her body is dirty. Tarnished. Ruined. It’s times like these that all she can see on her body are his handprints, forever burned into her flesh. It pains me to see her like this. None of it’s true, but I can’t make her see that. I can’t make her heal faster. I can only help, remind her of her worth, remind her I care for her, remind her that it will be ok, and, sometimes, hold her while she does the exact opposite. Hold her while she beats herself up.. These are my feelings -- my mixed emotions -- both for her, and about finally going 'all the way' with her:I thought of you today after the lovely lunch we sharedThe way you looked, and all the things you saidWhen you urged me yet again to take our friendship all the wayAnd share the scintillating splendor of two women together in bed.We've been friends for so long, and yet I never knewThis side of you, that you've finally let me see:Your appetite for carnal knowledge of women who like. “I’ll give you a blow job right now if you stay home tonight!” she yelled it at me, but straightened herself up trying to look calm and collected, but really she was terrified. But to her own surprise she wasn’t scared of the thought of having to go through with it, but what might happen if I declined.. Really she’d already embarrassed herself and possibly damaged our relationship, offering to blow me now really wouldn’t do any more damage than had already been done, and on the off chance that.