Chapter 3

It was Saturday night, and we had parked by the lake. After a half-hour make-out session, Greg was getting Emily’s panties down when Beth reached over and unzipped my pants. I put my hand over hers as I spoke quietly to her, “You don’t have to do this, Beth. I’m not interested in Emily, and she is not interested in me. I know you only do it because you think I might get so horny I will try to fuck Emily. Well, it’s not going to happen. She is my best friend’s girl.”

Beth kept her hand on my crotch. She put her arm around me, pulled me close, and whispered in my ear. “I like jerking you off. If you tell Emily I said that, I will fucking castrate you. Don’t get your hopes up because that’s all I like doing with you.”

“Oh. Well, I guess it’s all right then.” I made a minor mental adjustment in my relationship with Beth.

Beth shrugged and smiled as she pulled my cock out.

Beth has short-cropped black hair that she wears parted on the left and swept practically over her right eye. She has a round face and a very cute button nose. I always thought Beth was pretty despite her attempt to look a little butch. As far as her body went, there was no mistaking she was a female. She has wide hips, a thin waist, extra-long legs, and a fantastic butt. Her breasts are a nice size but not overly large from what I can tell when I have seen her in a bathing suit at the lake. Yeah, cute and leggy, that’s how I would describe her.

Now that I knew she liked jerking me off, I wondered if maybe she wasn’t a little turned on by me after all. I silently tried to convince myself that Steven Cramer could turn on a lesbian. What an ego booster. I guess I couldn’t complain. I was not getting as much pussy as my friend Greg, but it was pretty much guaranteed that I would get a hand job most Saturday nights from a very pretty girl. Beth had soft hands, and I have to admit she gave a pretty good hand job. Okay, I admit it. I wish she wasn’t gay.