Sweat was pouring from her, her breathing was ragged and she seemed to be shivering just a bit with each exhale. But, through all this, the look of ab...olute satisfaction on her face was unmistakable and the sense of calm she had enjoyed before was clearly retuning. I had her. Now it was time to take her over the edge and into bondage. No, I don’t mean I was going to tie her up, although that was certainly going to come later. What I mean is it was time to make her utterly and completely mine. I. .." I was getting nervous, I have to say, when you're eighteen and still a virgin and all the friends you have lost theirs many years ago, and then there was this hot guy you fantasized about a couple of times, who was taboo since he was your best friend's boyfriend and you were alone with him and you were a bit drunk... Well needless to say my little kitty was purring at that time.He kept quite, still moving his hand on my leg, getting closer with every stroke to where they meet."What... What. He pulls her into his arms and they start dancing. After a few songs, he dances her over to the stereo where he turns the music off. He takes her hand and leads her upstairs. In their bedroom he has the bed turned down and candles everywhere. On the nightstand are a bottle of massage oil and a blindfold. Once in the room, he picks up the blindfold and puts it on her. She starts to say something but he puts a finger to her lips and says “Shhh.” He slowly starts to undress her. He pushes her. I looked up at her; she was still a pretty woman fifty years old or not. “I guess,” I said. “No. Actually, I’m not.” She nodded. “She was a wonderful lady; we all owe her a lot,” said Stacey. I just stared at her. “David?” she said. I shrugged. “Dave, are we okay? I mean you and I?” she said. “I guess so, Stacey. There’s no rancor anymore. Just a kind of malaise. I just don’t feel comfortable here, I guess,” I said. “I’m sorry for that, David. I really am. But, I guess I do understand. It.