“Of course, man, take it easy.” Steve winked at me once more before walking back toward his car.
I wondered to myself how I was going to handle being at his house. At least at work I know I have to remain professional, but how am I going to stop myself from not wanting to do every nasty thing imaginable with him tomorrow. I decided it was best to go home and j******f….a lot.
I nervously pulled up Steve’s driveway, rehearsing all the normal and nonsexual things I would say to him to keep my cool. The house was small and quaint, seemingly quiet of any activity. The only car was Steve’s black sedan parked over by the far side.
When I parked in front of his garage, the door began to slowly open. As it lifted further up, Steve’s body began to appear. First were his thick muscular legs that
