“Not yet. I don’t want to lose control too soon.”

“Oh, don’t worry. You’ll have complete control soon
enough.” That was certainly an enigmatic statement!
“Let’s eat. I’m starved.” Obviously, food wasn’t the
only thing she was starving for.

We dug into our food, which was wonderful, and then
settled down in the living room for a drink. She poured
two more shots, then settled down on the couch next to
me, leaning on my shoulder and looking into my eyes like
a poor lost kitten.

“Do you find me attractive?” I was about to sputter my
answer, then realized where this was going. I decided
not to play her game, and instead started one of my own.

“You know I do. But why haven’t you said anything until
now?”

She flitted her eyes. “I don’t know. Maybe it’s because
I didn’t realize until recently how much I wanted you,
and after Anadrea told me about your… um, past.”

Hmmm. Just what had her roommate said, I wondered. I
replied, “Well, I don’t really advertise, but I had
always thought maybe you and I would have the right
chemistry. You know, though, that I’m not Mr. Socially
Outgoing.”

“I know. That’s why I finally just said, fuck it, and
told Andrea to tell you to call me. I almost didn’t
believe it when you did, though.”

“Why shouldn’t I?”

“I don’t know. I’m just glad you did.”

This was a side of her I had never seen before, or was
she playing me for a sap? I stood my ground. “Well, you
wanted me here tonight pretty badly. So what’s the real
story?”

“Ummm, just what I said. I want to see what it would be
like… Andrea doesn’t know what kinds of things I like,
does she? But I’ll bet you do. I’ll bet you like them
too.” She stroked herself, teasingly. “I’ll bet. Think
you can handle me?”

“Yes,” I said, not quite sure yet.

We kissed. She moved her hand over my crotch, feeling my
raging erection. Slowly she unzipped the fly, and kissed
the head of my cock as it sprang out of its cage. Then
her silken lips encircled the head, and slid down my
length, her tongue fluttering the scrotum on each pass.
I felt I would lose my load in and there, but she
stopped and looked straight into my eyes.

“I like it rough…”

“Good,” I said, feeling more confident that I knew what
was going to happen.

“Do you like it rough?”

“Yes,” I agreed.

“Top or bottom?”

“Top,” I replied.

“Have you ever strangled anybody before?”

Caught off guard but enthralled, I said, “Yes.”

“During sex?”

“Yes,” I confirmed.

“Could you handle me?”

“Absolutely.”

“So. Handle me,” she offered.

I kissed her. Our tongues met, then danced in her mouth
as I grabbed her breasts. I could feel that she was not
wearing a bra under that sweater, and her nipples were
already hard. It was not from the cold, either. I
reached for her throat, putting my hands around her
neck, and gently pressed my thumbs into her.