A bar maybe? A restaurant perhaps? Think!I started to blurt out something about having a bite or a drink our last evening together when she hit me in ...he face with a sledgehammer.Not literally, of course, but she drew close to me and said, wait, no, she _sang_, "Would you come home with me tonight?"Her eyes were bright and rimmed with tears and I felt as if my answer could stem or release the flood barely contained behind them. Her cheeks turned a bright pink while she waited for me to learn to. I quickly made up an excuse and ended the conversation. I sat there stunned. I had no idea what to do. I thought about going over to Beth’s and confronting her, telling her how much I loved her and asking her to be with me. But the more I thought about it, I was sure that was so unfair to Beth. If she had indeed met someone else, what a terrible position I would put her in. No matter how much it hurt, I had to back off. I decided to take a shower and go to bed. I really did not feel well.I. ....." She thrills at his heated words, and uses her hands to stroke his length as she simply flicks and laps her tongue on that sport, over and again, once, twice, thrice...countless caresses of hot flesh against his own. And again, she drags her tongue down the back of his shaft to the balls, and then back up, swirling around that pulsing vein only to stop again at that spot. She stares at him with wicked eyes, while her tongue dances against the folds of flesh, tapping and swirling. "You are. .." he said."Oh well, I didn't think you'd really do *anything* for me." she said, reaching out for him to hand it back. "No!" he said. "I didn't mean to... uh... I mean... how do you put one on?"She laughed, and helped him get into the bra. She had worn a bra since her first signs of her breasts swelling. 'Booblets' she called them. She remembered being so proud to wear a training bra. It had meant that she was a 'big girl', and it made her feel so grown up. Wearing one had become automatic,.