Finally it was Wednesday. Patty would be coming by this evening and I was hoping she would hand me my keys back, so I could finally masturbate again. I really, really wanted to jerk off. But I was looking forward to just seeing her again mostly. Since we started playing, she'd been on my mind most of the time.
Late in the afternoon she texted me: "I'm running a little late. Will you make dinner? I'll be there at 7:30."
I promised her I would and I did some groceries straight out of work. I wanted to make her something special and it seemed I had enough time to cook her something nice.
She showed up at 7:50. I had dinner ready and was keeping it warm until she arrived.
"Hey sweetie," I said as I let her in. We hugged, as we often did when arriving or leaving.
"Hey perv," she said, kissing my cheek. She looked to be as happy to see me as I was to see her. "Sorry I'm a little late, I needed to pick up your keys on the way here."
We sat down for dinner immediately.
"How was your appointment with Deborah yesterday?" she asked.
"Painful. Thanks for the heads up by the way," I chuckled. "But it was doable." I paused for a second, contemplating if I really wanted to say out loud what I was feeling. I decided I did, so I said: "For you, I don't mind a little suffering."
She smiled. "That's great. I'm really curious how it looks, but let's have dinner first."
We ate and chatted a little about work and how things between her and Ben were going. I was curious about the rules they had agreed upon, but she just said that I didn't need to know them and I shouldn't worry since nothing will change.
She loved my meal and we just had a great time as the friends we had been for so long.
We finished dinner and started cleaning up together, still chatting.
"So, I decided to skip blowjobs during foreplay and get to the actual fucking sooner," she concluded as she was talking about her annoyance with Ben cumming too quickly. "I mean, I don't really mind going down on him, but he just gets worked up so quickly that I think it won't help if I want to enjoy the actual fucking more."
I just thought about Patty sucking Ben's cock. For some reason, imagining a powerful, strong young woman like Patty sucking a cock seemed strange, like she wouldn't do that.
"For some reason thinking of you sucking cock seems a little weird," I said. "Like it would be beneath you or something."
Patty chuckled. "Well, I do. Usually I don't really mind giving a blowjob, if a guy is clean," she said. "But the true fun I get out of it is knowing I have power over his body. When I blow a guy, I can easily manage his orgasm, I can just feel if he's almost there and back off a little, teasing him and trying to drive him mad with lust. I like that. And I'm really good at giving head."
"Really?"
"Yeah, really," she grinned. "How about you? You've experimented, you have given blowjobs, right?"
I hated talking about this with her. Okay, maybe not hated it, it was a fun topic and it turned me on to talk to her about sex, but I hated how she often seemed to think I was gay while I was not. But I wasn't going to dodge the topic or lie to her, so I truthfully answered her question.
"I have, yes. Just a few times though and it's a long time ago."
"Did you like sucking cock?"
I blushed, but decided to be very honest. "Yes, I did," I said softly.
"Are you any good at it?" Her eyes twinkled again, maybe because she liked the topic or maybe because my inhibition and shame was clear to her and she liked to make me feel embarrassed.
"I don't know," I said. "I never had any complaints."
"How many cocks have you sucked?" she asked as she studied my face.
I felt my embarrassment increase as I internally counted my experiences. "Just two guys," I said, glad the truthful answer wasn't actually that bad. "One guy just two times and the other almost daily for a few months."
"Do you spit or swallow?"
"Err, I don't know, I just make sure they don't cum in my mouth," I said, feeling myself blush again.
"So you've never tasted cum?"
"Well, I've tasted my own. Didn't like it."
"Hmm," she said, "we may need to work on that some time. Guys love it when you swallow their cum."
I wrinkled my nose for a second.
"Can you deepthroat?" she asked.
"No, I don't think so," I said.
"Another thing we should work on then," she said. "A pervert like you should be able to at least know how to deepthroat, don't you think? You do want to please a guy one day, right?"
See, she still thinks I'm gay, I thought. It annoyed me and I wanted this topic to end soon. This was going down south quickly, I realized.
"I don't know," I said, shuffling my feet while I felt my cock stir. Why do I always get turned on when she makes me feel like this, I thought. "It doesn't seem like a skill I really need."
"Sure you do," she said. "But before were are going to work on that, first let me see the result of Deborah's work. Take off your clothes."
I didn't even object this time as I was happy to change the topic and I really wanted her to see my smooth body. I wanted to be naked with her. So I started to take off my shirt.
"No Conrad," she said as if I was stupid. I could just hear her eyes roll in her tone of voice. "Okay, new rule: whenever I tell you to strip, you go to your bedroom, strip there, and come back to me. And if we're at my place you are to strip in the hallway. Understood? I don't want your clothes lying around everywhere and I certainly don't want to watch you strip."
"Yes, I understand," I said, feeling slightly reprimanded.
"Good perv. Now: strip!"