When it came to the males I dated, I always felt the need to return the favor. Every time, even if I wasn't feeling it myself, we both made an effort to express our feelings for one other. The day, however, was quite different. I wasn't caressing his erection through his pants because I felt obligated to; I was doing it because it felt so damn good. My hands itched to get to know him better.

Jesus, he said. He urged me to proceed along his length by pumping his hips again, and then stopped moving. The mist from his vision cleared as he blinked, and his gaze settled onto...