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blowjobs?”
     
    “Yeah, of course.”
     
    “Really? Do I do the right things? Is there anything I could do better?”
     
    “No, Pam. You’re…I mean, you’re perfect. You’re good.”
     
    “You have to say that. I don't want you to feel that you have to say that. I want to know what you really think and not worry about my feelings.”
     
    He looked at her.
     
    “Now, be honest,” she pressed. “It doesn’t matter if it’s just you getting bad head for the rest of your life. If we’re going out and offering me to other people, I need to know.”
     
    “Pam, you’re good. You give amazing head. Didn't you notice how the other night I only lasted for a minute?”
     
    “Am I good enough that this guy isn’t going to be disappointed?”
     
    “Which guy?”
    “Any guy. The guy we offer me to. Is he going to like it?”
     
    “Sweetheart, yes.”
     
    “More than okay? Like he won’t think it’s weird I’m offering?”
     
    “How do you mean?”
     
    “Well, some chick offers you a blowjob out the blue, you kind of assume she’s done it before and had a bit of practice.”
     
    “I suppose.”
    “So will I live up to that?”
     
    “Do you give head like a slut, you mean?”
     
    She glared at him, and thumped a plastic tray down on the bench. “I mean it.”
     
    “Pam, you’re fucking great.”
     
    “I don’t believe that.”
     
    “You’re good. You’re more than good enough, and any guy would be very lucky to enjoy a blowjob from you.”
     
    “Really?” she said, not sure why she cared so much. “You promise?”
     
    “I swear.”
     
    “Okay,” she said, and put a few more cups into the dishwasher. He was looking at her not saying anything.
     
    “I’m still deciding,” she said.
     
    “Okay.”
     
    “I’m almost there.”
     
    He looked at her.
     
    “You heard,” she said, and he grinned and kissed her. “You have to promise me that if you become jealous or anything along those lines, we stop!”
     
    “I promise.” Steve gave her a soft hug wrapping his big arms around her.
     
    Pam always felt safe in his arms.

Chapter 4
     
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    he next night Pam ended up working late. She got home after dark, walked into the kitchen, and found Steve already there cooking.
     
    “It’s almost ready,” he said.
     
    Pam opened the discussion again immediately. “The thing,” she said, “is would you organize it? If I said yes, would you organize it all for me?”
     
    “Yeah, of course. If you want me to.”
     
    “Okay,” she said. “How?”
     
    He put a lid on the saucepan, wiped his hands on a towel and leaned on the bench to look at her.
     
    “I hadn’t really thought about it.”
     
    “Your big fantasy and you hadn’t thought about it? So think about it now. How does it work. How do you find this guy.”
     
    “Uh,” Steve said. “Ask around, I suppose. Ask someone.”
     
    “So ask one of your friends?”
     
    “I suppose.”
    “No way. I’m not blowing someone we know. I’m just not.”
    “Okay. Fair enough. But why not?”
     
    “A blow job can be very intimate. Do you really want me to have one of your friend’s cock in my mouth? Then we have to worry about him starting to like me. Or what if I start to like him? What if you get jealous and uncomfortable and I want more but you don't?”
     
    “Good point.”
     
    “So how?”
     
    Steve blurted out, “Internet, I guess. There must be people into this kind of shit. A personal ad.”
     
    Pam thought. “Nope.”
     
    “Why not?”
    “You want me to suck some random guy’s cock without knowing anything about him? I’m not doing some loser who can’t get any except off the Internet. Not a chance.”
     
    “Okay, so what do you want to do?”
     
    Pam thought. “I don’t know. Maybe pick someone up in a bar or something?”
     
    “That’s not too much work?”
     
    “What, hey, my boyfriend wants to watch me suck you off.” Nah, I don’t think it’ll be that