" She pulled her hand off my cock momentarily. "Okay, now."I looked over at her and saw that she'd pulled her t-shirt up and over her breasts, both of...them on display, nipples hard and prominent."Mmmm, god, Jen," I breathed."Okay, eyes back on the road for part two of your reward," she said, her hand returning to my crotch.I faced forward again. "I don't have to wait five more minutes, do I, Jen?" No," she said. "Neither of us do." I felt her unsnap the button of my shorts, and as she reached. , her fingers tapping against her steering wheel impatiently waiting. She had been looking forward for this whole thing between her girlfriend Stacey and her. It was hard for the two of them to have alone time since she had an annoying roommate and Stace still lived at home with her parents. She glanced at her watch again thinking Stace was running really late. Not that she was complaining since she needed time to calm her nerves from the excitement. She told herself before she left that she. I heard her going into the bathroom and then I heard water running and after a while the door opened and she must have gone into the bedroom. I took a few more sips of my drink and waited for a few minutes and then went into the bedroom. She was laying on the bed about mid-way so that I could easily sit on the side of the bed. She had the covers up to her chin and was looking at me when I walked in. I leaned over and kissed her forehead and then I put my hand underneath the blankets and. That’snot the kind of behavior you talk to other men about,especially strangers.I caught the bus back to the airport and thenconnected to the hotel shuttle. I considered why Ifelt embarrassed to embrace my sexuality. Whyshouldn’t I be happy to talk about the pleasures ofstrap-on sex? It felt damn good. It was heterosexual.In the realm of sexual behaviors, it was about as safea sex act as you were likely to find since no bodilyfluids co-mingled. By the time I got back into myroom, I.