. just lemme be honest with you."She turned her head slightly, and I slowly nodded."Ok," I said, rubbing her back.Gayle took a deep breath and sighed....So, ya know... that was his thing... When my mom was gone, he'd get drunk, and he'd always sorta... I dunno... like, try to come onto me, ya know? I dunno why I never told her though. I guess maybe I thought she probably felt like you did, when your..."She paused and wiped her nose and glanced at me. Gayle's eyes were red, but I tried to smile. It wasn’t a night I liked to think about. I had had a panic attack and fled her apartment, making up some half-baked story about why I had to leave and barging in on her while she was taking a shower to tell her.“You probably don’t know that I had hoped you would join me in the shower. That you would soap up your hands and run them all over my body. When I touch myself and think about that night, I pinch my nipples the way you would have. I run my fingertips down my stomach like you would have. She kept those at the small apartment in town she used on working weekends.This situation had come about when a businessman neighbor was going to an event and needed to take a companion. The need was casually mentioned at church and she rather spontaneously said, “I kin do that!” Her motivation then wasn’t sexual but a strong need for something interesting to do. He was a gentleman so she gave him a nice kiss when he dropped her off at home. A few weeks later he manufactured another need and. When we first had sex, he could barely get his head in me. The pain far outweighed the pleasure. The more we had sex, the more he worked me, the more I could take. Now he was feeding my hungry ass. I begged for him to go deeper and he obliged. As he fed me more, I was finally able to take him all the way to his balls.We fucked hard. I asked for it. I begged for it. With how emotional this day has been, with it starting off with that text and worried about him leaving me, it ended with me.