Of course, she didn’t notice me at all. I turned to my friends and said, ‘I’m gonna marry that girl.’ And got back the expected responses. ‘...eah, right!’ ‘Bull shit’ ‘Way out of your league you loser.’ The funny thing is, I didn’t want to go out at all. I had sworn off women after a nightmare of a break-up with a woman who really made me consider, for the first time in my life, whether or not life was worth continuing. I wasn’t suicidal or anything, but I had decided that I was destined to be. I had never even wanted to kiss a guy before, I didn't feel gay doing this, just like I was a woman being with a man, but it felt great to do it, he tasted strong and musky and I longed for more. A little of my red lipstick was left smeared on his mouth."Steve...?" he said in an almost pleading tone, begging me to stop but urging me on at the same time."Call me Cynthia, baby," I said, returning my hand to his crotch where I could now feel a little hardness, it gave me a rush of excitement to. I did not give you permission to cum. You have not obeyed me." It is so real. I open my eyes... and there I see Him, with a look of displeasure.I see him, displeasure in his eyes. He immediately notices where my hand remains."I said NOW!"Aching for release, I reluctantly put an end to my indulgence. I must have shown disappointment on my face."Would you rather please yourself than have your pleasure from me?" He asks gruffly from the chair across from me."No", I reply meekly."Are you sure? You. “What?” he said quickly getting up. “The spoon,” I replied. “Yes! Yes I got it,” he got nervous. After that we didn’t have anything else to talk. I was enjoying my hot coffee, and he was enjoying me sitting in front of him. We finished the coffee right there on the table, and I talked a little about his studies. After finishing the coffee, I got up to go back to Rachel’s bedroom. “Oh that Window,” I said, and turned back to close the window in the kitchen that, I noticed was opened. I didn’t.