"Good morning, Dieter, it's Paulette Jenkins. Do you have a moment?" Sure Mrs. Jenkins. What can I do for you?" I was curious what this call was about..."I wonder if you and I can have lunch tomorrow ... or perhaps Friday. I think it might be worthwhile if we got together."I didn't know how to respond to that, but it didn't sound like trouble."Yeah ... I suppose so. Maybe Friday would be best. Where would you like to meet?" How about we meet at the Burnside Country Club. We have a membership. “You’re getting better,” he said.“This is so much fun!”“You don’t have a Nintendo?”“No, but when I go home tonight, I’ll ask Mom to buy one.”“Want to make a bet on the next race?”“Like what?”Jason felt his face burning, but he had to try. “A kiss, the winner gets a kiss.” There, he said it. Would she get mad and leave? Would she friend-zone him?“A kiss?” she asked.With his heart on the line, he watched for anger or, worse, rejection, but instead, the faint flush on her cheeks signaled. Yes there she was standing in the doorway naked. "Come on get up before breakfast gets cold." Amy said as she motioned for me to follow her. I shouted, " I gotta go piss and shower." I headed for the bathroom and started the shower, pissed and climbed in the shower. I heard the phone ring but figured Amy would answer it, so continued my shower. Amy pulled the shower door open a crack and said "it's for you." I turned the water off grabbed a towel to wrap around me and took the phone. "Hello!". Understand? Whether you do or don't, is not up to me. It's up to YOU." He'd be smiling as he said such things, and he'd be saying that just moments before was close to ejaculating (which he could sense); and then, just at the point where I was as close as I could come to having an orgasm---Richard would just stop stroking and teasing my cock! Those were the moments that were both agonizing, as well as exhilarating; and though by then I was in the very throes of the most intense sexual.