At least not until we got to the door of my room, where she abruptly stopped. I banged into her so hard I had to grab her to keep her from falling. Th...t was my undoing, because when she turned to face me, I kissed her. The moment my lips touched hers, I felt like I couldn't stand. She must have been feeling the same thing because I felt her weaving to the side. I backed away and looked at her. She was standing there with her eyes closed so I started to kiss her again. She must have realized. My feet and legs ached from crouching and moving all day. But I was looking forward to a different kind of ache to relieve, as well. I ate, bathed, locked the door to my room, assuring repeatedly to Farley that I was going to bed, goodnight, you dont need to come upstairs for me. When I threw myself onto the bed, I imagined that there was the solid, warm body of Jarred there too. That he was there to brush his hand against my face … and other places. He was the one to tear away my white. Going with a guy pays better than going with another girl, something wild more than a vanilla scene. A gig is a gig, and I was always short of cash. You don’t want to be turning down too many jobs; people stop asking. Longer answer is rather more complex than that. It was a high, Mike. It was sex, and a whole lot better than NOT having sex or masturbating. It was exciting and dangerous and slutty, and it helped me forget that afterwards I’d be going back to my apartment to watch TV alone. What. She started to search me, patting me down like a professional. Insisting I strip, she started searching, first running her fingers inside my mouth, and then down my chest edging towards my hardening cock.Roughly pulling back my foreskin, she started to search my cock with her probing tongue, running it all over my hardening shaft, and darting inside my foreskin. Finding nothing but the taste of my pre cum, she pushed me roughly back onto the bed."Lie face down," she demanded, "as I've found.