“And you’ve only kissed a girl?” Jake looked at me in surprise that any young man had so much less experience than he did.
“No, I also felt her tits.”
“Through her bra or under it?”
“Under it.”
He nodded. “Who?”
“Felicia.”
He nodded again. “I imagine she has two very nice handfuls for any man lucky enough to turn her on. Anyone else?”
“No.”
“She’s a good start. Did she let you play with them long?”
“Twenty minutes or so. She told me finally to stop or she’d break her own rules.” We laughed and took another sip of beer each.
We were sitting in the far corner of his family’s garage, which was filled to overflowing with boxes and old furniture. His older sister was hosting a swimming party scheduled to go on all day and most of the night, with people coming and going and nobody paying attention to us. He had gotten bored quickly when Lucinda hadn’t been able to come, and we slipped into the garage to sneak a beer each, and he winked and said conspiratorially, “Show ya somethin’.”
“‘Kay.”
What he showed me was his older brother Bob’s old porn stash, which he had stowed in a cardboard box at the bottom of a stack against the wall in the middle of his furniture. Jake had cleared a tiny space in front of it and rearranged the boxes so the goldmine was accessible, but the space was cramped. We had an open space about one foot deep and about six feet wide between a table and the boxes, and so we were sitting under the table, two magazines each loaded with women and men in all sorts of combinations from solo to foursomes, some glaringly lit, others artistic.
At first I was embarrassed to show interest in anything more unusual than a gorgeous woman showing herself to the camera, but after a couple of spreads of lesbian passion and a woman allowing a man to do all sorts of wondrous things, I was only slightly taken aback by a woman pleasuring two men at once, one black, one white, and then a remarkable series of high-detail photos of her vulva spread by one cock, her ass by the other, then switched, then, wonder of wonders, the vulva enveloping a black shaft above which a white shaft was embedded balls-deep, then the men had changed positions. Jake had taken this in stride and simply said, “Impressive. I think they got every possible combination in that pictorial.”
After thirty minutes he had snuck out to get us each another pair of beers, and we were on our third each. I had a good buzz on and a massive hard-on, blue balls feeling as if they were about to burst, spontaneously filling my suit with sticky lust, and he had asked me about all my experiences, which apart from furious masturbation sessions every night were very few.
Jake had a whispered reputation as a masterful cocksman swirling about him at school, a mixture of awe and envy that I now had the chance to interrogate him about. I was surprised that we had become friends at first, but we hit it off well and he wasn’t at all put off by my largely academic interests. I looked down to his swimsuit, which was fairly tight, and confirmed what I suspected from showering in the gym—when soft he was fairly short, but he grew when excited to legendary lengths. His cock stood rigid against the fabric, at least eight inches long and fairly thick, and not only was the outline of his turgid flesh completely clear, I also noticed the pulsing of his cock as I watched.
I asked, “Is it true you’ve had half the girls in our class?”
He thought for a second, “Nah, only twelve. Guys get jealous, guys start telling stories. Of course, I’m not gonna tell them nay. I got a couple of lays out of the lies they told. They lie, I lay, see?”
“Who’s the best?”
“Lucinda, of course. She actually had little experience before me. It kind of makes her jealous. Brazilians can be pretty conservative, you know. Sexually, I mean.”
“What’s it like with a foreigner?”
“All cats are gray in the dark, you know…though they don’t all taste the same.”
We laughed quietly, always on the listen for people passing through. I then asked, “So, are Brazilian girls good?”
“Lucinda’s great. Dunno about any others. I don’t play around.”
“Yeah, I guess that was a stupid question. —So, how is she in bed? What does she like to do?”
He pursed his lips and said, “Ain’t tellin’. I never talk about my current girlfriend. Especially since you two are good acquaintances now too. No offense. Now, my past girlfriends…that’s different. As long as you swear yourself to secrecy. Still, I won’t give you any names, just descriptions.”
“Why would I want to tell anyone about that? None of their business, and what’s the point?”
He nodded and took a sip of beer, his swimmer’s body tautly muscular everywhere. We were both sweating a little, and the beer, sex pics, and sex talk were making me light-headed. For the next twenty minutes, he told me all the details I asked about his former girlfriends in our class. First I asked him about his first time, which he described lovingly and in graphic detail.
“How do you get girls?”
“I like girls. As people. We talk, I decide if I want to go further, and then it’s like a game. I make a move, she makes a move, we test the waters, and then I make sure to take a long time and feel them and taste them thoroughly. Never push, make her comfortable, feel her responses really carefully. It doesn’t hurt that I love eating pussy. Always have.”
“The first was Rose, right?”
“I can neither confirm nor deny that,” he said while nodding his head vigorously, and I chuckled enviously. I then asked questions to survey the scene, as it were, and he answered readily, cock throbbing harder from the memories. All but one came several times in succession from cunnilingus, four of the twelve were multi-orgasmic by cock alone, five swallowed, six spit, two tolerated anal sex and three adored it, four were bi, and three of those had been up for what had turned into three threesomes with all three in pairs.
“What was that like?”
“Exhausting and incredible. They wore me out each time, and they were still horny. Ended up eating each other out for an hour each time, then I was ready again and took them however I wanted while they kept sixty-nining.”
In awe, I said, “Incredible. I wish I could do that.”
“Well, you have college to look forward to. Bob is just a schlub and he gets laid at least once a week.”
“And what about outside of school?”
“There have been several. Swim camp last summer was just one long orgy once the sun went down. Whatever you wanted, someone would let you do.”
“How did that start?”
“Well, five of us were in one of the storage huts sneaking a little booze when the power went out. The girls said they were scared, kind of seductive-like, and so we hugged them, and after a minute I was necking with Carol while Kelly took turns necking with Stu and Gary. Then over the next five hours, we just did anything that came to mind. I mean, it had been three days without release for any of us, so we were wild and just got wilder.”
“What did you all do?”
He picked up one of the picture books and started showing me some of the pictures. Many of the combinations that came to mind he pointed to. “Carol and I used each other thoroughly, then we started adding the others. So Carol and I did this with Gary,” pointing to a man taking a woman from behind as they shared the joys of sucking a cock; this shocked and intrigued me but didn’t scare me in the least. “Then Phil and I did this,” pointing to two men sixty-nining, “while Stu, Carol, and Kelly lay in a circle sucking each other, first one direction then the other. Then Gary and Stu sixty-nined while I took Kelly from behind as she sixty-nined with Carol. I wanted some more of the other fun, so I went over and starting sucking Stu, and as I was on my hands and knees, Gary took the opportunity to fuck me. By that time Carol was exhausted but Kelly was just getting started, so she took on all three of us at once, like this,” he said, pointing to a picture of a gorgeous blonde receiving three lucky men in all three orifices. “She had had two men several times, she said, but never had done the ultimate, as she called it. The power came on about the time I pumped my last load into her cunt.”
“And it was a one-time thing?”
“Oh, god no. All three of us got to fully experience all of Kelly’s charms and each other’s, and Carol experimented a bit as well.”
We sat there in a fevered haze and I asked, “So what’s it like with men?”
“Good. We know what we like, so those were some of the best blowjobs I’ve ever had.”
“Were you nervous the first time?”
“The first time, yeah, but that wasn’t the first time. That was second and third times. First time was Christmas break the year before. Sophomore winter break. One of my old friends from middle school invited me to visit, and one night, the 19th, his parents went away for the weekend and left us the house to guard. That evening we had gotten into the liquor cabinet and watched some of his parents’ porn movies down in the basement. Of course, they didn’t know he knew about them, but kids always know. After an hour we had dropped our pants and were playing with ourselves. I was embarrassed at first, but he clearly liked the view, so I started enjoying the view too. We were both pretty well along to blast-off when I went to pour me some more. When I came back I tripped a little and caught myself with my cock standing straight up in his face. Best accident I ever had. He just leaned forward and starting sucking like he was born to it. I was his fourth guy, actually. I think I lasted about a minute, just skull-fucking him. He took everything I gave him, got me most of the way into his throat, and then swallowed every drop.”
I was staring at him, noticing the wet spot in his swimsuit where his precum was oozing, and knew he was looking at mine as well. He took another sip of beer and continued, “I was still half-hard by the time he let me pull out, and I sat down next to him and he leaned back and let me play with him. I was really nervous at first, but it was like mine only smaller, you know? Soft on the outside, but hard on the inside, with massive swollen balls and a cute head poking out from his foreskin. Finally, it popped out and stood up for me as I played with it. By then I was ready for real. Earlier I’d said to myself, ‘It’s like jerking yourself, it’s just jerking yourself,’ and ignored the fact that it wasn’t my cock. But I got used to it and started feeling him up while I jerked him. And then, you know, every guy’s dreamed of sucking himself,” and he smiled as I nodded vigorously, “so I finally leaned over and started licking him. I was a bit icked out at first, but I loved how he reacted, cooing and moaning as I worked my tongue around the head, and after a minute the precum wasn’t bad.
“So I decided to suck him like women sucked me, and once I did that he didn’t last long. After a minute he said he was coming and I just bobbed lower and took every drop. It’s better if you swallow, actually, so you don’t have to worry about the taste. Some guys are okay, others are ghastly.”
“So was that it?”
“Ah, hell no! After we got hard again we sixty-nined right there on the carpet as he put in some gay porn to give us ideas, and I was on top as he sucked me and I stared at the screen as one man fucked another right as my second load shot down his throat. I was on fire and told him to fuck me, so he lubed up and took me slowly right then and there. Hurt like hell even after he lubed me up over five minutes—hurt, yeah, but I was so excited I didn’t care, and after a few minutes it didn’t hurt anymore, once he got all the way inside and started hitting all the sensitive points inside me.”
“And you hadn’t done anything like that before?”
He laughed, “Not with a man, no.” I looked at him quizzically and he continued, “My second girlfriend once started playing back there while giving me a blowjob, and I just told her, ‘Go for it, babe,’ and she ended up reaming the fuck out of me with her fingers while swallowing three loads. It was her way of telling me what she wanted to do. Next time she brought a dildo and we took turns burying it in whatever hole wanted it most.”
“So what was it like having a man come inside you?”
“He just went to pieces. Ro…one of my girlfriends told me once that making a man go crazy inside you is the greatest feeling of power she’d ever had. It’s kind of true.”
“So what happened then?”
“When he pulled out I pushed him on his belly, lubed up, and took him slow and firm. I lasted about five minutes, and after we washed up, he put me down on the edge of the table face up, fucked me, and leaned over and sucked me at the same time. We tried everything we could the next three days and then I had to go home. And that was it until the summer, yeah. Which was even better because I got to take Gary while Stu took me, and vice versa, while Carol and Kelly watched.”
The tension was almost intolerable when we heard his sister calling quietly, “Jake?” He put his finger on his lips and whispered, “Not a sound.” He ducked out from under the table and I heard him say, “Hey. What’s up?”
“Just checking where you are, like anybody cares. What are you doing?”
He must have held up his can and said, “Sneaking a beer. Don’t tell anyone, okay?”
“Yeah, sure. Just keep it out of sight.”
“That’s what I’m doing, yeah.”
“Okay. Just don’t get smashed or anything. Lucinda around?”
“Nah. She might be by towards evening.”
“Okay.”
As this conversation was unfolding, I stared at his cock jutting straight out just under the table, throbbing in his suit as he kept his voice calm. I realized that the whole time we were talking, he had been sounding me out unconsciously, just like he described doing with girls, and finally giving in to the temptation that had been bedeviling me for over an hour, I reached up and pulled down his suit. I was so bold because there was nothing but a cock presented to me; I felt none of the apprehension I always felt when worrying whether to make a move when staring into the girl’s eyes. The opportunity was offered to me to play with a cock with no strings or faces attached, as it were, and I seized it with both hands. His cock sprang free and jutted forward even longer than I thought, nine inches at least and beautifully veined, a perfect image of a cock throbbing for release. Without any further ado, I leaned forward and took the head in my mouth, swirling my tongue around as I ran the tips of all my fingers along the sides. The precum was tart and bitter, and I wanted more. I leaned further forward and opened wide, dazed at my forwardness, and felt him twitching wildly in my mouth.
His cock seemed massive enough filling his shorts, but it was unbelievably large poking into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around his swollen head and began gripping his shaft more firmly, glorying in the feel of it hot and throbbing in the same way I had reveled in the feel of my own cock as I masturbated nightly. I wanted to pleasure every nerve in his shaft that I could fit in my mouth and I opened wider and licked past the flare of his cockhead to lubricate the top of his shaft. I felt him gasp slightly as I bobbed forward and held his skin with my lips, sliding it two inches back and forth on his shaft. The feeling of his head advancing and retreating in my mouth fascinated me and I needed more, so I opened wide and leaned forward another inch.
When I heard his sister say goodbye, his body shifted as he leaned forward to lie on the table, blocked from view by other furniture and boxes. He hissed, “Yes, like that. You’re a natural. God, that’s good! Just relax and take as much as you can. God, I wanted to blast off in your mouth for a month now.” He had bent his knees so that I had more room for my head and a better angle on his shaft. My mind was on fire, the pure sex of a cock in my mouth driving me wild with desire, and I worked the tip of his cock into the back of my mouth, testing my gag reflex as he stood stock still in superhuman control.
I ran my hands along his hips and waist and down to his ass and thighs, intoxicated by his muscles stiff for me, but not as stiff as the beautiful instrument filling my mouth. I had had frequent fantasies of sucking myself or sucking another guy, it didn’t matter which so long as I got to feel a penis throbbing in my mouth and giving me the thick juice I wasted so often on my belly or, the times I tried, on my face and neck, my pulsing purple head a frustrating three-inch gap away that I never could bridge, fascinated all the same by the intimate view of my climaxes. Finally, I had managed it, and I opened wider and slowly worked him into the very top of my throat. With great care, I took him in until only three inches of shaft separated my lips from his hairs, and he whispered, “Oh God, I’m coming! Take it all, God, please, take it all, I need it so bad.” After that, I only heard the ragged wheeze of his breath in his throat as he built toward orgasm.
For fear of gagging, I pulled my head back a couple of inches as I crouched to give him a clean shot into my throat, as I feverishly imagined, and briefly felt his swollen balls in my hands as he groaned quietly. I reached back up to grasp his shaft tightly as he began thrusting feverishly back and forth with a dogged determination to bury himself in a tight wet hole. I held the velvety skin of his shaft slick with my spit as he got close, fucking to and fro into my mouth and hands, his nine inches of muscle steel hard and throbbing. He was whimpering quietly and whispering lustful nothings, “Suck me like that, yes, god, you’ll drain my balls, you suck so good, I need it so much, take me, take me, suck me dry.”
Suddenly he went silent and stock still. His cock was the only muscle moving below his waist as the first pulse shot up his shaft and thick and hot into my throat. It was like the sudden spurt of fluid when you chewed the first time on a piece of gum with the thick syrupy center, except it was hot and brackish and much more copious, and unlike the gum, the spurts just kept coming and coming. I swallowed as quickly as I could, hearing his ragged breathing above me as his body gave itself to me, spurt after spurt filling my mouth and throat and some of the second and third gooey floods dribbling out of the corners of my mouth; the rest went straight down the hatch as his pulsating cock gave me his all. I counted ten spurts, amazed and a little aghast at the realization that I was swallowing another man’s lust as he took his pleasure from me.
He pulled out, still semi-hard, and knelt down. He smiled and said, “Perfect. Thanks.” He said, “Now you stand up there and keep watch. We don’t want my sister finding us.” I crouched down so that my head was largely obscured by stuff on the table as I stared at the door to the back yard, and suddenly my cock hung free in the cool air, but just long enough for two lips to surround the head. A tongue ran its rough upper side against the opening of my cock, nearly making me cry out, and then licked the underside of my flaring cock head. I thrust forward and sank into his throat without hearing any coughing or gagging, and in dire need of release I rocked back and forth into the wetness accepting me.
I lasted two minutes once I entered his throat, and that only because the position I was in prevented full-bodied thrusts. I whispered, “I’m coming,” and he quickened the caresses of his mouth and throat muscles on my throbbing rod. My legs locked as I thrust up mindlessly into his mouth, finally feeling and filling a hole, and the waves of pleasure that washed over my body soon condensed into pulse after pulse of hot fluid draining into his mouth, and he took every drop as I thrust up against his face. The orgasm washed over me from head to toe, my throbbing cock spitting out goo like a water sprinkler. It was perhaps the most intense orgasm of my life thus far, and even though it felt as if I had drained my testicles, I remained hard. He swallowed every drop and nursed me as I softened, then he whispered, “Get under here and wait for me. I need to pee.”
He was soon back, standing before the table, and I leaned forward and in a hurried rush sucked him into my mouth. He thrust forward without regard for my comfort and fucked away, the pure sex of a cock seeking release and to hell with anyone else. I leaned forward and tilted my head so he could fuck straight into me, and in three minutes he spurted bitter and hot into my mouth, eight shots of sperm down my throat.
He collapsed in front of me and fell under the table. “Damn,” he said, “damn. That is all.”
I said, “I need to pee.”
He nodded and said, “When you get back, I’ll suck you again.”
The pseudo-anonymity of the situation appealed to me, so I happily nodded and went through the door to the kitchen and back to the bathroom at the base of the stairs at the back of the house. I relieved the pressure and cleaned up, then snuck back down to the garage. No one was around, so I sauntered over to the table, which had magically gotten a tablecloth draped over it to fall to the floor, and I leaned over it as the tablecloth lifted, sighing happily as my cock dangled free again and a mouth took me in to the back of the throat in three quick bobs. This time I was determined to last at least a little longer, and so I rested by standing still as a tongue worked me slowly as the head receded, then swirled under the shaft as it pushed forward. A hand reached up to my balls and caressed them lovingly, then worked back. I had been too rushed before to feel wither giving or receiving, so this time I focused on the talented mouth working me.
As the lips stroked back and forth on my shaft, I felt two slick fingers work further back from my balls. I spread my legs to allow access, for not only was I eager to give that I might receive, but I was on fire to try everything I had been told about that day. The fingers worked steadily against my hole and pushed into me, causing me to gasp in pain and pleasure, and after a few minutes, pleasure swept over me as they rubbed my prostate. I held off as long as I could, but to little avail. I groaned quietly as the first spurt shot hard and sticky into the throat that I was thrusting into, and the two fingers buried themselves in me to the last knuckle.
I was lost to everything but the soft throat in front and the hard fingers in back. The other hand caressed and pulled on my balls as they drained some of their accumulated lust, turning, it felt, from ultraviolet to a dark shade of blue. Even after the last drops seeped out of me, I remained hard as the fingers caressed me, the lips running up and down my shaft, my balls rolling between the fingers. Reluctantly I pulled out and collapsed to my knees. I lifted the tablecloth to look under the table and saw the cascading black hair, brown eyes, brown skin, and tropically warm smile of Lucinda, her fine full breasts hidden by Jake’s kneading hands; in the darkness, I could see his hips thrusting and heard a seductive squishing sound.
“Did I please you?” she asked.
“Like a dream.”
She smiled and said, “I hope my fingers weren’t too forward.”
“I think they moved in just the right distance,” I smiled.
She leaned forward enough for Jake to slip out, and she reached out her hands to pull me in under the table. She whispered, “It’s so tight under here. So intimate.” She wiped her fingers with a wet wipe and said, “How much do you want me?”
“More than anything.”
“Prove it.”
“How?”
“We have to conserve space, so…” She pushed Jake onto his back, his throbbing cock still wet with her juices, and lubed him up with gel. She winked at me and said, “Climb on.”
“Anything for you.”
“Beg pardon?”
“Anything for you.”
“Thanks. I needed to hear it twice.”
I pushed my asshole against Jake’s cock as she guided us, and after the head worked its way in the pain subsided. She pushed on my hips and said, “Now help me up.” I caressed her breasts as she stroked my cock underneath her, and with a slow subsidence impaled herself on me. She reached down to rest her weight on the floor and said, “Now you can fuck me while you fuck yourself. It’s an honor no man has yet experienced.”
Jake whispered, “Yet.”
I then felt a cunt sliding onto me for the first time, hotter and softer and wetter than even a mouth, and as she kissed me, I pushed forward into her, then pulled out to let Jake enter deep inside me. The sweat was dripping off us, her brown body barely visible in the murky darkness of the tablecloth, but soft and warm as I ran my fingers over her slick body.
She was beautiful above me, a full-breasted multiracial beauty taking pleasure from me and giving pleasure to me. She whispered, “You’ve wanted this ever since we became friends, haven’t you?”
“Yes.”
“That’s why we chose you. Your hands are respectful, but your eyes are greedy, so greedy. For both of us. My cunt has needed you so much the last month. Jake in one hole, you in another, doesn’t matter which, all of them need you two. Is my cunt your first?”
“Yes.”
“Good. You’ll never forget me. My cunt, my mouth, my ass, my hands, they’ll all be yours, as long as you’re completely open to anything at all with both of us.”
“Yes.”
“Say it again.”
“Yes.”
“Am I your queen?”
“Yes, god yes.”
“Is my cunt paradise?”
“Yes.”
“You’ll be my first second man. Does that make you happy?”
“Yes.”
“Me too, oh god. Curled up between you two, take you both sides, then turn over and do you two the other way.” She looked down at Jake and said, “Is this as good as your little friends over the summer?”
“Better.”
“Of course it’s better. They were silly blonde American girls. Now you have a passionate real woman who can fuck you stroke for stroke.”
“And come back for sevenths.”
“Damn straight.” She looked at me, “You feel great inside my cunt. Our first time together is perfect. I can hardly wait to feel you come inside me.”
We worked perfectly together, thrust meeting thrust and pulse matching pulse, and our orgasms washed over us simultaneously. I felt Jake spasming inside me as my orgasm-twisted bowels squeezed the cum out of him like a drained tube of toothpaste, my own cum shooting into Lucinda as I had fantasized about so often. She smiled down at me, watching me eagerly as I too my pleasure inside her, blowing me a kiss each time my cock spasmed more lust into her. When I started to soften, she said, “You’re both mine now.”
She rolled off me and handed Jake a wet wipe as I lifted myself off him just enough to slide to Lucinda’s side. She smiled against my lips and said, “Now you get to take the same pleasure in Jake. It’s like two little plastic soldiers I can make do anything I want. ‘Attention! Ready! Aim! Fire!’ But there’s no ‘at ease’. I’ve wanted this for so long!”
She lay down and pulled Jake above and into her, and as he settled into a long stroke, I lubed him up and mounted him. He groaned as I entered him, and as he opened to me, Lucinda fucked up hard against him. “Is it as good as the summer?” she whispered with clear jealousy.
“Better.”
“Is my cunt better than those other girls’?”
“There’s no comparison.”
“You didn’t answer my question.”
“You’ve got the best cunt in the world.”
“Do you like sharing my cunt?”
“Yes.”
“Just like you shared your cock with those other girls?”
“Yes.”
“Will you give me as much cum as you gave them?”
“More.”
“Will you take it up the ass for me like you did for them any time I ask?”
“Yes.”
“Will you suck cock for me like you did for them?”
“I’ll drown in cum for you.”
“And will you fuck me hard while I suck some beautiful woman just like you did for them, without you touching her in any way?”
“God yes, I want to see you eat pussy again.”
“I knew you loved it. But the next one will just be for me, because I’m your queen, aren’t I?”
“Yes, god yes.”
“What I want, I get, right?”
“Yes.”
“And what do you want?”
“You know.”
“Say it.”
“You between us, letting us take turns servicing you every way we can.”
“Yes, my love, I might let you do that…if you’re very very good.” She made a cute face, “Now let our new friend churn your ass into butter.” She winked at me and I let loose, fucking him relentlessly; he gasped as his own cock spewed into her under my sudden assault, and I held him in place as I used his ass like a cunt, pounding away as she whimpered under him, “Oh, you love that! You’re hard again already! It’s like the first time you fucked my ass, only this time it’s your ass. If you’re really very very nice, you’ll come again.” And he did, his ass tightening around me in a short, sharp climax that nearly pushed me over the edge. I managed to hold back, however, and then returned to fucking him as if fucking both of them simultaneously, and heard her whisper, “If you really loved me, you’d come again.” With a groan, he pumped crazily between us, his semi-hard cock rubbing inside her as his bowels squeezed me tightly. With a groan, I pumped hard into him, building to an orgasm, and that sufficed to bring him off a last time. We grunted simultaneously and flooded the holes we were fucking, both staring down at Lucinda’s orgasming face beautiful in the darkness.
We pulled away and she said, “Now let’s go wash up and hide out in your bedroom, and then you can go get a couple of beers for each of us while I become better acquainted with our new friend. I do need to see how well he eats my cunt, you know.” She grinned at his face, “You want to see that, don’t you? Your new friend sucking me like you sucked all those other girls, wondering if just possibly he’s better than you.” She kissed him and whispered, “His cock isn’t as long as yours, but his cum is so sweet, I could drink it all day long.”
As he hardened in jealousy, she smiled, winked at me, and said, “Yes, I really do think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.”