Stanley thought intensely about his recent escapade. He reminisced in his head all the wonders he just encountered, the feminine feelings he had explored. Kissing his best friend was already such a radical move, but having him penetrate him, and keep pushing harder and deeper up to the point of climax? A small part of him thought maybe it was a mistake. But most of him was happy to have gone through the experience. In fact, he wanted more. Sitting up in bed, he could he Roland working off steam by chopping wood outside in the dead of night.
Feeling horny again, Stanley stepped outside wearing only a towel and a wide smile. Roland immediately stopped his work, turning in surprise to see the older woman asking for more. He too was worried that it might have been a mistake, that things would never be the same between the two of them. But seeing Stanley again quickly changed his mind, especially when he dropped the towel to show off his womanhood. Roland dropped the axe and happily chased him back inside, already unbuckling his pants for a second round.
They embraced again, with Stanley pressing his small breasts into his friend's large, muscular chest. Feeling more confident this time around, their kisses were more passionate, more romantic. Every few seconds, Roland took off more of his clothes. The two were more articulate with their hands as well. Feeling each other's bodies, caressing their hair, and so on. It was true carnal passion.
It seemed like this next round of sex would be even more enjoyable, but then, at the worst possible time, Stanley's headaches came back. They were mild at first, almost unnoticeable, then progressing more and more by the minute until they were so severe he had to stop. It was so bad he could barely speak intelligibly. He told Roland to call an ambulance before passing out.