"I'd say so, considering what you were willing to do for it."

"God," she said, and blushed a deep crimson, "don't remind me. That was one big favor you did me. I'm off that shit forever."

"You'd never taken a boy in your mouth before that?"

"No. I'd seen some X-rated 8 millimeter movies my Dad had hidden in the garage with Susie Krantz and Mattie Haines once, and I sort of fantasized about it some times."

"Fantasized about sucking who?"

"Oh, Movie stars, or the guy in the porno movie, I guess. I mean, his cock was big and looked like a nice one…" she paused for a moment, then looked my in the eye, "but not as nice as yours." `Mine' was becoming uncomfortably hard at just her look, but I wanted to finish the conversation first.

"You see, everything has changed," she said. "I mean, it's weird, but I seem to have discovered a whole other part of myself that I never knew about before. And I can't really control it."

"Your sexual side?" All of a sudden I felt like her therapist or something.

"Yes. Sexual. Frankly, having sex with you is what I think about most of the day. My friends know something is up, but they'd never in a million years guess…" She was really red now, her face and shoulders and even her hands. "Every night I dream we're doing it, and every morning I have to…"

"Masturbate."

"Yes. Sometimes I have come already when I wake up. Sometimes during the day I have to go to the girls room becasue I have been thinking about you too much."

"About my cock."