When an old guy tells you that he can make you squirt, that usually sets off the Creep Alarm. To me, Michael isn’t some random old guy. He’s a friend, even if we do touch each other’s junk sometimes.
But apparently I wasn’t Michael’s only weird sex-friend. Julie had been around much longer than I had. She seemed to be just as interested in getting me to squirt as Michael was. She’d told Michael to bring me to their next hookup and she’d see what she could do.
I arrived at her apartment in a comfortable shirt and my favorite jeans. I didn’t try to look too fancy. Michael said I didn’t need it.
Michael opened the door. He flashed me a relaxed smile as I entered. It was a simple studio apartment with a great view. A woman with curled gray hair sat on the sofa. She looked entirely at ease with herself.
She stood up, making her short blue skirt bounce. “Nick! Good to see you!”
“Good to see you too, Julie.” I held out my hand like this was a job interview.