"Then I should start learning now so that I'll be plenty good when the time comes," John stated. "If you don't mind, of course. I figure in a year I'l... be beating you if I try hard enough." Well, that's a laugh," Jason said. "Yes, you might one day beat me, but I think it might take you a bit more than a year to get that good." I'll make a bet with you," John said, taking a deep breath. "I'll bet if you take me golfing with you whenever you go golfing for the next year, a year from now I'll. This was very subtle for her, and he almost laughed aloud at the realisation. It seemed like a fun game to play. He’d had enough beer to mellow him out, and he thought he could remain in control as long as he wanted, perhaps he could make it backfire and she’d be the one to end up all aroused and with nowhere to go. He shifted on the chair, and for a sudden moment he could feel his groin push fully and hard against her. Her eyes widened for a split second, and she swallowed suddenly. Oh, this. I used a hairbrush handle on the nights we couldn't meet up and hang out, and every other time he would diddle my cute clitoris and finger me hard, never deterred by the little streaks of blood that happened almost every time. We also figured out that I really enjoyed working him up with my mouth and hands, like I still do today. If I could talk to Brian for five minutes today, I'd definitely have to thank him for a couple specific kinks in my sexuality--love of giving blowjobs, in particular.. She finished off the outfit with a pair of thigh-high stockings the tops of which stopped about 4 inches from the hem of her skirt and her 5 inch black "fuck-me" pumps. She was obviously going for her "slut look" tonight, as she knows that is my favorite (I am so fucking lucky).She immediately noticed John sitting at the table, and her hand shot up to her mouth as she mumbled something I couldn't understand. She stood there for a good thirty seconds, blushing like crazy before she apologized.