My relationship with Kirk had been amazing. I craved every moment naked in his bed or taking him into mine. All summer I explored my new identity. I couldn't wait to leave work and run home. As soon as he walked in the door, I was on my knees. Every weekend I spent with him. He explored my body and I learned the many ways to please an older man. I learned that I could make other men very satisfied. Kirk's body became a learning experience. I learned how to make a man groan with pleasure and how to turn his mind toward me. I learned I could get anything just by pleasing this man. He was very kind to me.
We spent many evenings on his boat down at the dock with the shades pulled. I would lay on my stomach and feel the hardness of his very chiseled body pressing against me as his cock slid in and out of me. I gave him every reason to be treat me kindly. And he did. He never took advantage of me. Only once did he ask me to do something more than please him. One late summer night just before I was to start back to school, he asked me to consider a three way with an old friend of his.
I can't say I was enthusiastic at first but I wanted to please Kirk. So, I told him I would do whatever made him happy.
That Friday night, he picked me up and we rode out to the marina. We boarded his houseboat and immediately I saw his friend. He was about 6 feet tall and very fit. It turned out he was the same age as Kirk and the two had know each other since college.
"Jamie," Kirk began, "this is my old buddy Steve."
I smiled and extended my hand, "Hi, Steve, I'm Jamie."
Steve smiled and looked me over. He winked at Kirk and replied, "Well, Jamie, it's a pleasure to meet you."
I nodded and looked out toward the water. He was good looking, I'll say that.
Steve spoke up again, "Kirk here tells me you two have gotten real close this summer."
I looked at Kirk not sure of how much had been shared. I smiled and replied, "Yeah, well, sometimes we get really close."
Steve laughed at that.
After a little conversation, Kirk got the boat underway and we motored out into the lake about a half mile or so. There Kirk killed the engine and we sat on deck and talked. The conversation was light and not much seemed to be going to happen.
Finally, Kirk got up and excused himself. After he had gone below, Steve smiled at me and asked, "So, Jamie, are you Kirk's girl? He fuck you like a sweet girl?" With that, Steve laughed.
I looked away and blushed. In a way, it pissed me off. I don't know why. I looked back into Steve's eyes and flatly told him, "I please him, if that's what you're getting at." With that I got up and went below myself.
When I entered the cabin, Kirk could tell I was aggravated. He walked over to me and took my arm.
"You okay?" he asked.
I shook my head, "I guess. I'm not too fond of your buddy Steve though."