So Joanna's phone rings and she answers, It's some gay guy whatever I put my hand on her lap slowly really slow so she wouldn't notice, I start easing...my hand to her inner thigh than start making small Circles than make my way to her pussy. Now if she didn't notice she's stupid. I start to rub where her clit should be through her shorts. Her part in the conversation suddenly starts be shorter and shorter and she starts to make small gasps for breath. Now I love giving girls pleasure but I want. Kissing me so smoothly, opening your mouth, talking to me softly as we kissed, you asked me if I wanted to do it with the two of you. You knew you totally had me. But just to make sure, you slid off my lap and got down on the floor in front of me. You put your beautiful hands (those perfect red nails KILL me) on the insides of my thighs and pushed my legs open. I stared, wanting you, as you opened your mouth wide and went down on my cock that was so hard it was sticking straight up. God, Baby,. Ignoring our pain and sung at the topof her lungs.My problem was being stuck in the friend zone and I couldn't find away out. We talked about everything, about the boys she liked, who wasboyfriend material and who wasn't, I was like her girlfriend.Back at the dorm I started to compile a selection of women's clothes.Alone and locked in my room, I pulled on my silky lace panties, Islept in my negligee I wore pantyhose on most days and it was gettingharder to keep the inner me under wraps. It was. That night Byron asked me to dinner but I was bushed from the overnight flight and took a rain check and told him maybe we could go the following night. I got into my room, stripped out of my sweaty clothes and sat down in an old easy chair and popped the top on a beer. I was bushed but I was still deep in thought about my marriage. I had planned to have a heart-to-heart chat with Jimmy that night but the urgency of the AIM problem got in the way. In the three years we had been married.