“Pretty much,” I nodded. “I told you, he’s generous.”
“Does he go down on you often?”
“That’s usually how it starts,” I admitted. “He gets me all ready for him and then we have sex.”
“Wow… And have you…”
I raised my eyebrows. “Have I what?”
“Have you gone down on him?”
“Oh,” I said, feeling silly that I hadn’t understood her question immediately. “Uh… I haven’t tried it yet.”
“You should,” she encouraged. “It can be a real turn on.”
“Even for me?”
“Especially for you,” she nodded. “There’s something extremely sensual about having a guy’s hard cock in your mouth.”
I glanced at one of the store clerks; he was listening to our conversation with rapt attention. He didn’t even notice I was looking at him until Missy turned around and looked him in the eye. “Would you like to join our conversation?”
He blushed scarlet, mumbled an apology, and disappeared immediately. I laughed, shaking my head at my friend. “Poor guy.”
“He was actually kind of cute… Maybe I should follow him over there and offer him a blowjob.”
“You are too much.”
“What?” she asked. “All this talk of sex has put me in the mood. But I can’t say I’ll be as lucky as you.”
“What do you mean?”
“Do you know how rare it is to find a guy who can make you cum so often?”
“Is it?”
Missy raised her eyebrows. “Um…yeah. I’ve slept with five or six guys in the last few years, and only two of them have been able to make me cum. And, it wasn’t easy to do.”
“Oh…”
“Urgh, it almost makes me wish that I had slept with a few of my professors,” Missy said, looking annoyed at herself. “Maybe there’s still time.”
I laughed. “You do have a semester left.”
“Maybe there’s something to be said for dating an older man,” Missy nodded.
I laughed. “He’s not exactly an ‘older’ man. He’s only twenty-nine.”
“Which is still eight years older than you,” she pointed out. “Which means he has a hell of a lot more experience. Plus, he looks like a player.”
I frowned. “You think?”
“Come on,” she said. “You don’t get that confident for no reason. The boy’s got some skills.”
“I suppose you’re right,” I nodded. “I just… It’s weird for me to think about him with other women.”
“So don’t think about it,” she suggested.
“I keep waiting for things to change,” I admitted.