When I reached the car, I stood by the passenger door grinning stupidly, pulling on the locked handle impatiently as I hummed a random melody. Heather...took her time with the keys, a small smile splashed across her lips. The light was fading, but I could tell she was making me wait on purpose, teasing on my eagerness. Finally, she opened her door and hopped in. Then she fired up the engine and the headlights and started backing out of the spot.“Hey!” I yelled, banging desperately on the window. I took a really deep breath. Now I had to be honest or forget about my desires. I really, really didn't want to fuck this up. I love her, a lot. "Yes, for the most part." What are you not getting that you want?" she asked."Nasty" I said, breathlessly. "Pornographic, lustful, quadruple X-Rated." I stopped there. I needed to see how she was going to react at this point."I don't know what you mean and..." I cut her off there."Yes, you do." I jumped in. "We WERE that at one point in time, remember?. I became transfixed by the sight of this mighty cock in action, I noticed how the foreskin had retracted exposing the tight, swollen, secret rose red glans, it shone with their combined exudations, in fact the entire length of this frankly obscene looking 'C**t Rammer' was dripping with his pre cum, her saliva, and c**t juice. Fuck! Yeah!. By now I was sooo! into it had I been there I would've happily taken his cock into MY! mouth and voluptuously suck it clean......... Well I DID say my mouth. Since that night I gave him a massage after a workout because he was tense, and he told me that I was perfectly great at it, he would call me anytime he wanted to get a massage, actually after workout.To be honest, I'd never felt anything gay doing this, until that summer day. 17/9/11, about 7:30 PMI was coming back from somewhere, and I met Steve in front of the building. He was wearing light sportive blue shorts and red t-shirt, and he was a bit sweaty. We said Hi to each other and things.