Carl and his girlfriend Trish, Jenny, and I were hanging out and having a few beers and talking. Trish was one of the college girls who worked for our...escort service, and for the right money, she would turn a trick.Somehow the conversation got around to the fact that the only girl I had been to bed with was Jenny and that she could take any guy she wanted to bed, including Carl and Ted.Trish looked at Carl and asked, “Have you been screwing your best friend’s girlfriend?”Carl got all flustered. 'Don't you wish you had married again', I asked him seriously, proud of myself for being serious for a minute, my question was a serious attempt at being a woman and not a girl and he turned to me, as we lay side by side and kissed me full on the mouth.I had never kissed a grown man before and I must admit there was no fight in me to fend him off, it felt natural, enjoyable even and soon I felt his tongue behind my lips in such a sexy French way.We kissed for a while and I returned his. Having been absent for a few months, I had opportunity to revisit the site. It was pretty much the same, layout-wise, but they'd done some interior renovation: fresh paint, trim, etc. They also got some new video equipment and furniture for the theaters. Good to see.I checked in, paid my entry fee, and cruised. Since it was a Wednesday, there were few in the facility. Most were middle-age, but a couple of youngers were there as well. I checked out the booths, to see if the GHs still existed -. Not that I really cared. My mind was racing in other directions. We arrived at the hotel minutes later. I paid the fare and we walked inside. Once we got up to the room Cheryl seemed more relaxed. She had a comfortable look on her face that only heightened her appeal. My thoughts were racing out of control. "Have a seat." She told me. I did as she said. Cheryl then got us both a drink from the mini-bar and handed me one. She then sat down and opened the guitar case. She started to strum the old.