Me: Hello stranger, fancy meeting you here. I can’t remember his answer, as I was busy trying to recall the order of service for the flirting techn...ques. As we chatted I smiled, dipped my head, looked down, looked through my eyelashes, smiled some more and amazingly it worked. Before long we were in the bar mirroring our moves, laughing and chatting, oblivious to everyone. And I was definitely on for getting laid, which I’d like to think was thanks to my being a flirting queen. Either that or. Staring up at me as she grasped my hard on, she said “I still don’t like you” then slid her lips onto me. It wasn’t going to take long, given how long I had been without, and she used everything she could think of – I warned her I was about to cum, but instead of pulling off, she took me in as deep as she could, catching my cum in the back of her throat and gulping it down.After it subsided she looked up at me and grinned nastily – “I usually hate swallowing, but ... nobody’s ever eaten me like. ”“Sure, mom I love talking to you. You’re so hip and understanding,” I responded.“Let’s cut the BS Sammy, I’m serious,” she said.“Uh, okay mom,” I said.“Sammy, I used to notice cum stains on your bed linens on occasion, but lately it has been every single day. I know it is normal for young men to masturbate, but your jerking off has gotten out of hand. So, I have made an appointment for you to see a Therapist, Doctor Dornic,” she said.“Holy crap mom, that was not necessary,” I replied.“I. " Nancy. Right?" Yeah." Well, this is a hell of a way to get you to go out with me."I laughed when he said that. "You're funny." I wasn't trying to be funny. I would have said something earlier if Coach hadn't come up and blown that stupid whistle in my ear. And if I wasn't so afraid of being turned down." Oh, I can't believe that. Who would turn you down?"He laughed, then stopped short, pressing his hand into his collarbone tighter."That hurts. Don't sound so surprised. It happens. Not too.