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... out for some sort of resolution. He needed release. His split was tight, and he could feel a tickle in his hips as juices slowly flowed and coated his vagina. He felt sticky and moist, and knew it was just going to get worse. But he didn't feel like playing with himself. He had suffered through a long, protracted talk with his mom about sex, protection and what constituted a 'right guy'. He felt absolutely bone- tired, but sl**p refused to come. He craved not just release, but peace. The thought brought Eric to mind. Was he the 'right guy'? He wasn't gay, he told himself, but his body hungered for men. He couldn't change that. So he would have to change the way he thought, instead. He had to think of Eric not as just a guy, but as a person. And as a person, he was pretty cool. The thought was a hard one to accept, and he realized he needed time. But he first needed something else from him. Making up his mind, he rose from his bed and pulled off his pajamas, exposing his voluptuous figure. His slit glistened in the moonlight. Searching through a dresser, he pulled out a silk nightie. He gasped as he pulled it on, the erotic sensation of silk on his sensitive skin heightening his arousal. His large breasts strained against the confinement, his nipples erect and tenting the fabric. He was definitely damp between his legs now. He forgoed putting on panties, and pulled on his coat. He dropped his cell phone and Eric's phone number into a coat pocket. Stealthily he left the house. ...

... The night air on his bare legs, and particularly on the hot folds between his legs, made him gasp. Quickly he slinked his way across the backyards to Eric's house. He stood underneath Eric's window. It was dark. He pulled out his cell phone and his feminine fingers danced on the keypad as he dialed in the number on the paper. Ringing. A light came on in Eric's room. "Hello?" The voice was sl**py. "It's me." "Joanna?" he was instantly alert. "Look outside." Joe hung up. He saw Eric's silhouette at the window, and then it opened. "Joanna? Is everything okay?" "Yeah. Can I come in?" He felt butterflies in his stomach. His pussy quivered with need. He could feel the folds parting, his juices coating the pink petals. A deep feminine feeling, the need to be held and possessed, rose in him. "Um, yeah! Come around back." Joe padded around to the back door, and it opened. "Come on in!" Eric was standing there, naked except for his boxers. Joe felt a shiver run over his body. Joe walked in, and followed Eric back to his room. He closed the door. "What's up, Joanna?" Joe took off his coat, exposing his near-naked body. His nipples were erect nubs, spearing the thin fabric of the nightie. From underneath the hem of the nightie a gleaming drop of pussy cream slid down his soft thigh. "No. No, no... this isn't right, Joanna. Not this time. I don't want to hurt you." Joe suddenly felt ashamed. "Please, Eric, not now. You don't... understand me." "I understand that you nearly killed yourself ...