I have the coolest and weirdest boyfriend. He is my first in everything and we’ve done it almost everywhere. And he’s not a jealous guy; he even permits me to go on dates with my suitors for as long as I tell him everything. One time he asked if I wanted to try having sex with another guy, but on one condition: I would let him watch. I agreed and picked one of my suitors—the guy who always asked if we could have one-night-stand whenever we had a conversation. The lucky guy picked me up at our meeting place, and after taking me to dinner, we went to his car. Inside he asked if I could give him a kiss, so I kissed him. Without saying a thing he touched my breasts. He unzipped his pants and pulled my head towards his cock. I had no choice but to give him head—but only for a few seconds so he’d feel bitin. He agreed that we do it in my place, and there we went. After I closed the door, he grabbed and kissed me, his hands sliding all over me.