A funny thing happened.. pt 2 - Sex Stories

A funny thing happened.. pt 2

... him because you felt sorry for him?" I nodded. "Ginny, I don't want to sound like a bitch, and I have to say this doesn't sound like our guy, but could he have been playing you a little. I mean, he's got to be every bit as hot for you as you are for him." It hadn't occurred to me, and I thought about it for a second. Then I remembered the little skirmish when I calling him out for looking at my tits. It'd played like a bad Harlequin romance. He'd actually started to leave the presence of the maiden he had outraged or something. I laughed out loud. "He's a good actor, but he's not that good. And anyway, who cares? I like him, and...I don't think it was an act. If it was I wouldn't worry. I'd just fuck him, and we'd both have a great time, right?" "Really doesn't sound like Sim, does it?" mused Liz. "So what should I do? What would you do, Miss Brazen Cajun?" Liz was silent for a good long time. I busied myself putting together my breakfast/lunch. Finally: "I don't think I've told you this, unless maybe when I was drunk. But you know my first solo, when I wind up licking his face?" "Hell, yes. Hottest thing in the show." "Yeah, sure, Miss Titty Maid! Anyway, I really get into that. I like Sim too, right? And it's fun to tease a guy you like. And when I do it really right...like sit down on him with enough grind, I can actually feel him...um...responding." "Wow...ok...I've got like three different things going on right now. First of all: you lucky bitch. Second of all: I can't ...

... believe I'm acting like some 14-year-old because my best friend touched a boy's penis, but it's a boy I like and...fuck, and third of all: is he...I mean did you get a sense of...?" "No. Jeez, Ginny, it doesn't happen every time, and it's not like I reach down and grab him or anything. Besides, you've seem my costume: where the fuck am I gonna put a tape measure? It's just...nice, is all. And the reason I mention it...look: I really do like the guy. I'm not all crazy like you are with him. I don't really even find him particularly attractive, but...part of me was thinking, after "The Night Jack Lindley Cried", you know, that I might...I don't know...like knock on his door one morning, get down on my knees and suck his cock. You know? Just to be neighborly." "Well fuck me, Liz!" "I've asked, but you won't." "C'mon, seriously? I mean why would that even..." "Ginny, don't get your panties in a bunch, ok. I said I thought about it. I didn't do it, because, well, you seem to have this thing for the guy, and I'm definitely not losing a BFF over a guy I'm not really into. It's just...I know it sounds kind of funny and out there when I say it that way, but I'll tell you God's honest truth: I've done a whole lot more for guys I liked a whole lot less." "Wow. You know when you put it that way, so have I. Ain't that a cheery thought?" Then: "So for you, it would have been a kind of pity fuck...or suck...or..." "See that's the thing: not really. I'd have done it—might still do it if you ...