Thick and uncut, surrounded by hair I found myself getting very aroused looking at it.A few weeks later we were chatting about meeting for coffee, Evi... told me that her boyfriend knew she was talking to me but knew that she was 100% faithful and would never sleep with anyone else. I respected that and said we should meet anyway, I considered her a friend. So we arranged to meet at Starbucks the following Saturday. The day finally came and I sat waiting for her, wondering if she would even show. Eyes closed she backed up against the wall arching her neck and back into his licks and bites. Not knowing that the movement brought her hips closer to his already raging body which he was trying to keep away from her. The second time she arched her back and hips into him he bit almost cruely into her throat and grabbed her waist shoving her into the wall away from him."Don't move" he breathed against her cheek as he tried to decided whether to pull her hips back into his. Frightened she didn't. "Well you did reject me in Middle School, in High School -" I never rejected you." Don't you remember the poor, shy thirteen year old who spent days building up the courage to ask his neighbor to a party?" It wasn't my fault. Daddy said I couldn't go out to a mixed party until I was older. I asked him Will... more than once. I told you why." And what about the tall, willowy, sexy brunette, the high school sophomore who lured her poor innocent neighbor day after day with her scantily clad body,. As long as he did not ‘fuck’ a woman, he did not consider himself cheating. In his twisted rationalizing of his scruples, a blow-job was the same as a kiss, just lower. And he always kissed his female friends, at one time or another. This, sex, was a lot more risky. Women tend to get caught up in the ‘what does this mean’ part. Not to mention the fact that he had not used a condom in 10 years. At least she was married. She risked her family too. He looked at the clock, 12:28pm, damn. He was.