My girlfriend Krystal and I were relaxing at home one weekend last month, ordering in some food and watching Netflix.

Around noon, we were both starting to feel frisky, so I began rubbing her shoulders, and pushed the straps of her tank top down, my fingers grazing her perky breasts. Her phone kept buzzing, but we both ignored it. By the time I got her shirt off, the house line was ringing, so she got up to answer it in case it was an emergency. It was her best friend Stacey, crying because her boyfriend just dumped her in a text. My girlfriend told her to come over, then mouthed “sorry” to me.

Krystal promised to make it up to me — just as soon as Stacey left. That got me excited because it meant she’d give me a blowjob and not expect anything in return. I loved going down on her and... Read More