I am 18 years old and my friend Josh is 19. He comes by my house to sleep once a week and we usually have sex, but a little suprise was in store for us last week.

"This is wonderful, Mrs. Bourg (Pronounced Burg)," Josh complemented my mom.

"I am glad you like my cooking, Josh."

"Mom, I don't know if it's just me...but this piece of chicken seems a bit raw..."

"Nonsense...mine tastes fine and so does Josh's."

"I'm not eating this," I said throwing what was left in the trash.

"I will go with Staci...I love your cooking though and I hope to finish it off for a midnight snack."

"Feel free to eat it whenever you are ready, Josh, my home is your home."

"Thank you Mrs. Bourg."

"Your welcome."

Josh followed me to my room and shut the door behind him. He sat on the bed next to me and began messaging my back. I leaned into his arms and kissed him. He kissed back and soon we were in a passionate embrace making out on my satin bed sheets.

A few hours later I began to feel nauseous. I stopped and sat up.

"What's the matter?' he asked me.

"I think I am going to puke," I replied.

I stood up and walked over to the quite elegant bathroom on the other side of my room. I sat in front of the toilet and looked into the clear water. Josh tied my hair into a ponytail and began rubbing my shoulders. Minutes later I began retching.

"Turn on the water," I said between gags, "so my mon doesnt hear."

Josh obeyed and began rubbing my shoulders again. He kneeled behind me and began squeezing his thighs around me. I vomited, and vomited again.

"Are you going to be ok?" he asked kissing the top of my head.

"Do I look ok?" I replied, puking again.

"Just between you and me... watching you barf really turnes me on," he said nibbling on the lobe of my ear.

I puked again and looked back at him with vomit streaming from my mouth. he wiped my lips off with his finger and licked it.

"Does it really?"

"More than you know."

"Give me five minutes and we will make use of you being turned on wisely."

"I like that."

Five minutes passed and I had stopped vomiting. I brushed my teeth and drand a glass of water to calm myself down. Josh was sitting on my bed with his hand in his pants.

"Damn you for not saving any for me," I scolded.

"I didn't use any up I was just keeping it alive until you finished cleaning up."

"Shall we make use of your little... I mean big friend now."

"Yes we shall," he said, taking me into his embrace and turning out the lights.