Dory and Jim

I was going to have to go. I couldn’t let anything bad happen to my Jim. I didn’t love the idea of seeing Jim suck a cock that wasn’t mine. I imagined that he knew all about me, that he didn’t mind that I wasn’t a woman, and that we lay on the floor 69ing each other. But I couldn’t compete with Jim’s fantasy.

I laughed out loud to hide my true feelings then said, “I’ve never seen that before. Of course I’ll watch. It’ll be hoot.” I thought, ‘Why did I say ‘hoot’? He’ll think I’m some hick from rural Buttfuck, Nebraska.’

The rest of the conversation is a blur, but I remember him staring at my cleavage and pawing passionately at my ‘breasts’. Breasts that were a lie.

I wasn’t into that night’s blowjob at first, being so distracted by all the revelations and hidden emotions. Call me manipulative but I needed him to need my mouth, to need me. I went to town on his dick using all my best newly learned skills. I’d given him a handful of BJs up to this point and I was just now thinking about the size of his cock. It was like, seven inches long and thick. Impressive if you care about that. I only cared about the cum – well, that wasn’t true. Anymore? Ever?