We talked every weekday for an hour or more. He had been a friend forever. Unlike most men, he loved to chat. We shared gossip about shared acquaintances, Hollywood, television, fashion, anything.
I was busy, but I always made time for him. One day, I complained about not getting laid. He shocked me when he asked me if I masturbated. I blushed, as I told him that I did, but didn't find it to be very fulfilling.
I couldn't believe that we were talking about this, but I asked him if he did also. He said that he did and used erotic literature from Borders.
I asked him if he could share some of it with me. He said that he didn't know how to say it, but our tastes were probably VERY different. He suggested that I check it out. He said that the section has some really hot stuff for all tastes.
We hung up, and I couldn't get it out of my mind. The next time I was at Borders, I casually searched for the section pretending to be browsing. There it was. I quickly left before anyone could see me near that section.
The next day I went back. I wanted this to be quick and over before anyone could see me. I entered the section and grabbed a book that said it contained a compilation of the most erotic literature of this year. I was so nervous when I checked out that I could hardly go through with it, but it turned out to be a painless transaction.