She opened her eyes, and said, “Have you ever kissed a girl before?”“Um, not on the lips,” I lied.“Kiss me now.”“Um, are you sure-…”...ithout waiting for an answer, she reached down with her hand and grabbed my cock. She stroked it twice and pressed my lips into hers. I stayed that way for a moment and she opened her mouth a little. I kissed one of her lips while she played with my upper lip. Before I knew it, we were kissing like how they did in the movies. Our tongues played and she continued. They lay together side by side, a moment listening to the gulls wheeling and calling to one another as they do, then she slowly began her story. “Well I met him in a doorway, and hand in hand he took me to his flat, and if you think this is small, his is tiny, still its clean and well kept,” she slid her hand inside his dressing gown. “We talked a while and he promised to respect the fact I was your partner and always would be, and that for this to work, on a more than one-night stand basis, he. Serious stuff. I badly need some advice, personal and professional.”Helga is a gem. I may have already mentioned that fact. She was calm and cool. “Not a problem. If you ask Clifford for some written advice, for heaven’s sake get me to transcribe it before you try reading it.”The joke helped ease the tension. Clifford might not win any calligraphy contests, but his handwriting is a whole lot better than mine, and I’m only too well aware of that. I don’t know exactly what Helga said to her. I was so relieved when he closed my door and left. I stayed in bed for several minutes and was waiting for him to leave so I could continue my session. It was then I heard another light knock at my door, "hey you still awake" was the question, I muttered a quiet sleepy yes and Wayne reopened my bedroom door and was holding the plastic cock, panties, and oil in his hand with a subtle smirk on his face."What in the fuck were you doing? " he asked, I had no answer. I stammered out something like.