Suggest a different way

She blended between exasperation and frustration as I tried repeatedly with varying ****. And while she seemed to have a wide enough hip, it was only in relation to her very narrow waist - there was no give as I tried desperately with spit and sheer ****, she gave me the sign to stop. "Ok, ok no - stop Michael!"

While both of them became slightly deflated, Mike's wood would not soften.

"Hmm well, there are... other options that we could explore," I suggested as smoothly as I could muster, knowing she wouldn't be an easy sell.

"Michael, I can't." she jumped to the conclusion, her voice sinking in disappointment as her first real attempt at being indulgent and giving into impulse had fallen flat. She asked hoping, "Do you not have any, err... lubricants or something Michael?"

A rope to save my sinking vessel, I paddled quickly. Thinking whats in the house, my eyes searched around the kitchen aimlessly. Hmm, I thought. Maybe.

Ria's eyes followed the line of sight to the Pam spray and Olive Oil bottle on the counter. "Oh my.. I'm leaving Michael!" She started to protest.

"No, no! I wasn't thinking that!" I explained to her assuringly before I thought to myself, OK, so probably a No to that idea.

"I can, um, get some from Rachael's room?" I desperately threw out there, remembering that I saw the little purple bottle of lubricant in my sister's drawer next to her playthings. Ria looked unsure but maybe open to a chance to redeem her plan to be spontaneous.

"She is fast asleep, come up there with me we will grab it and I promise you, we can do anything you want."

Her brain began thinking, hindered in its state of desire and chemical cocktail. She didn't want any chance of being seen by her friend, maybe she would just meet him in his bedroom.. then again, maybe the idea of being risky could be a slight turn on after this cold shower.