Are You Going to Lick Me or Just Look?
“Are you going to lick me or just look?”
My head snapped up.
“What?”
“Very suave,” she laughed, “look up, shake your head and act like you don’t know what I’m talking about.”
“I…”
“You…?”
“I didn’t realize…”
“Mike, we’ve been in this hot tub for twenty minutes and when you haven’t been looking at my t**s you’ve been looking at my crotch and you didn’t realize?”
“Look, Pam, I…”
“Mike, I want an answer.”
“What?”
“Are you going to lick me or just look?”
She shifted her body onto the edge of the tub and spread her legs. I couldn’t help myself. I looked and I wanted to put my mouth there.
“Pam, I can’t,” I whispered.
“And that is because…?”
“Pam, you are my wife’s best friend.”
“Mike, she died six months ago.”
“I know but…”
“Mike, how ma
