"Stop trying to butter me up," BJ said. "You know, I know what you're
up to."
     "You do?"
     "Of course. You think I'm an idiot? You're all obsessed with me,
calling me BJ and all...it's obvious you want me to give you a
blowjob."
     My mouth fell open.
     BJ smirked at the front of my pants.
     She crossed over to me, a scowl on her face.
     "You would love," she said, "for me to give you," she hissed in my
ear, "a blowjob," she fondled my pants.
     "It seriously never...never occurred to me."
     "Then you're fooling yourself." She fingernailed my glans through
my pants. "I've read psychology, I know what it's all about. How do you
think I could take it all this time? I understand you."
     She was unzipping me.
     "Now, really," I said, though speaking was a little difficult, but
I was trying to keep my cool. "Now really, you've got it all wrong."
     "I do, eh?" She was fisting an occupied wad of my underwear. A
dark stain was oozily growing between her thumb and forefinger. "That's
not whizz, you know. I know what that is."
     I looked down at it. Her breath was hot in my ear.
     She was on her knees. My pants and shorts were around my ankles.
She had my balls in her left hand and my shaft in her right hand. It
was huge and shiny. "You'd love for me to take this rod in my mouth
right now and suck you and swallow your jizz," she whispered.
My dick seemed to strain toward her lips. She looked at it. She
stroked it. She licked her lips. "You've wanted this all along," she
purred. Her lips parted. An inch from it...she stopped. She looked up
at me. "And you're never going to get it."
     I wondered if my ears were deceiving me.
     The door opened.

All my friends seemed to get stuck in the doorway. They were five pairs
of wide eyes staring at BJ on her knees in front of me, looking for all
the world like she was about to give, or just had given me, one of her
signature sex acts.
     It was just for that one second. Luckily no one had a camera to
capture it. BJ let go of my prick and backed away. I could feel wind
sucking into the hole she'd vacated. I yanked up my pants and tried to
close the fly. I couldn't seem to work it, so I just held it closed
with one hand, and pointed at my friends with the other.
     "This is not what you think it is," I actually said.
     "Right!" chimed in BJ. She looked mortified, panicky, like a
cornered animal.
     My friends were amused. They began to giggle. Except Donna, who
looked, for some reason, upset.
     BJ was looking for a way out of the room. But for the little
window which was iced over and gave out on god knows what, the only
feasible exit point was blocked by my simpering buddies. She considered
her options, then bolted for the door. They had to give way seeing her
coming like that. While she did this, I found my coordination and put
my pants back in order, and stood there like nothing'd happened.
     "What the fuck!" said Frank.
     "You wouldn't believe me if I told you."
     "Try me."