People looked at me differently after my growth spurt, which also came with an unexpected cleansing of my skin. It took me a while to understand that ... would have to carry myself a little differently. A girlfriend convinced me when I was twenty-one to go with her to a gentlemen’s club, as she told me I could make a lot more money there than working at the mall. I knew I didn’t want to be a dancer, so I became a cocktail waitress. The first night was nerve-wracking, the second night a little. Occasionally she and I go to dinner or a play or movie when Richard is traveling. This is all on the up and up except sometimes when we have completed an enjoyable date, she will kiss me on the mouth, not sexy but certainly more than a friend should expect. Richard is aware of this and minds not a bit.He and I sometimes have a 'guys' night out' and get into the beer. Our conversation can delve into the macabre, such as the time he brought up Patricia's love of all things sex. He described her. She squirmed her hips and her legs instinctively spread further. I put everything aside and moved closer to her crotch. I kissed her naked pussy and her eyes flew open."Please baby, I am so hot right now…" she whimpered, childlike.I smiled and bent to the task, placing my mouth over her sweet snatch. My tongue burrowed into her as she cried out, putting a hand on my head to push me further into her. I licked and lapped her sweet pussy, gathering all the juice she would give me and wanting more.. I had cried silently several times the night before, trying to put my emotion down to hormones but knowing well I was really weeping for the loss of my lover. We had only had a handful of lunches or dinners together before he went away, the last of which finished in his apartment where I’m ashamed to say I practically begged him to fuck my pregnant body one last time. Andy really delivered the goods; the extraordinary climax I reached staring into his dark, seductive eyes remained in my memory.