Suddenly Mike became Eric in my mind and I imagined him fingering my pussy while he fucked my asshole raw. I began to twitch and jerk the closer I got...to my orgasm. I was biting down on my pillows. I was finally going to get the release I had been needing all week. I heard the bedroom door knob turn. I didnt stop for two maybe three reasons: the door was locked, I was not about to let Eric ruin my orgasm, I was so horny that I kinda wanted him to know what I was doing. He started banging on the. He let go of my hands and he began massaging the breast he wasn't working his magic on. After a few minutes I felt his dick pressing into my crotch and my pussy begged for attention. He pressed his tongue harder against my sensitive bullets as a groaned and clawed at his back.He stopped. I moaned protest but thought better of it when he reached towards my shorts. He tugged them off as I lifted my hips. He left my panties on for the time being and lightly stroked my slit, feeling the wetness. He. When I asked if I had done okay, Chris told me it was better than he had ever dreamed. Turned out that he had never had a blow job before nor any sexual contact with another person at all.Packed up and on the highway again Chris was more open about his life. It turned out his high school years were a lot like mine: he was picked on and that made him shy. So he never had a girlfriend. And since this was before the Internet was available he had a hard time even learning much about sex. So he. Boy, was I wrong to do that! When the waitress came to take our food orders, we purposely chose something different from each other and shared them all. More beers were had as we continued to toast each other's health and prosperity. We sat there for hours celebrating our friendships and new beginnings We closed out the restaurant, and We closed out the restaurant, and as the tables were cleaned and floor swept, most of the staff came over and pulled up a chair with us.They had heard.