The day had been one of those crappy ace, a day which you would let wanted to end after two 60 minutes of working ; everything had gone awry since Dave got up. His coffee cup's ear broke as he picked it up, fell on him, pouring scalding hot umber all over his oeuvre clothes. He had to get dressed again ; this made him five minutes belated already, then his car didn't want to initiate ; he had to look sharp to make the bus and his five minutes became twenty minutes. The bus had to make a lot of blockage and in the end Dave made it to the office an hour late. The boss wasn't well-chosen, the work was piled high, so Dave skipped lunch, had a bite at three, and worked until eight. It was a very long day ; he was too late to catch the cobbler's last bus and had to hold off and see if he could get a hack. Overall a very stinky day.

Once he got home, he had a feeling at his car and it started perfectly, at least it was the weekend and he decided that since he had such a bad day, he was going to go out to the club. He needed a beer or three. Getting changed he drove the seven blocks to the club, it was a nice position overall, they played great dancing music, the drinks was reasonably priced and they only stopped when the last soul left. He paid his admittance fee, got the legal tender on the back of his hand and went inside, the bartender was Lucy. They casually flirted and even though they were both unity, it never went further than that. Dave never had thought about it, she had a sea wolf body, clearly well-looked after, long red hair and she almost never wore any to a greater extent make-up than red lipstick. Her blue eyes always seemed to light up when she saw him and at meter she favoured him with a lovely smile, that smiling flashed over her face as she saw him take on a seat.

"Hey luv, usual ?"

He nodded at her,

"Hey there lovely, keep one on the ice as well."

She nodded and soon he sat with a cold beer, the following one lined up, but still in the fridge. She leaned on the retort, offering Dave and any former man in the locality a good aspect down her creamy cleavage.

"So what's up ? You look rather haggard tonight."

Dave sighed and took a sip of his beer,

"Had a real crappy day."

He quickly recapped the day and she tutted, shaking her head,

"Tell you what luv, you can accept a shot on me tonight OK ?"

Dave chuckled,

"Thanks Lu, but I'll pay this evening if that's OK with you."

She flashed him a smile,

"Looking for something Sir Thomas More ?"

He made a show of ogling her firm breasts,

"Hmmm perhaps, I usually get my inspirations from visuals."

She laughed and moved to another customer, Dave finished his beer ; he took the future one with him as he headed for the dance level. He took a seat at one of the tables lining the border of the saltation floor, there weren't a lot of masses dancing and that was probably why the miss immediately caught his care. She wore nigrify human knee duration boots, a disgraceful mini and as she was dancing with her back to him, he could only see that the top had an open back and was sleeveless, the back was cut so low, he was sure she wore no bra at all. She was dancing alone, clearly enjoying the music, her long black whisker moving along with her as she shook her head. Dave smiled as he watched her ; of row his beer ran out, so he went to get himself a new one. When he returned she was gone, so he watched the other people as they danced, it was fun and he also caught a few moves as he watched them.

He was drawing to the end of his beer when he saw her again ; she came to the storey and found a touch close to his tabular array. He could see the top more clearly now, it was loose in the front, it was cut in such a way that it fell in folds from her shoulder down to below her boob, baring a rather big cleavage. She had studs through her lower lip which glinted in the lights of the baseball club, there was a tattoo running from her wrist up her arm and ending at her neck, he couldn't clearly see what it was. Her eyes were darkened with mascara and it made her middle looked like they smouldered as her regard moved around the flooring. She smiled at him and he nodded at her, lifting his beer in an almost toast or salute to her. She laughed and favoured him with another smile, she started to trip the light fantastic and he watched as she shimmied and shook her consistency to the beatnik of the music.

He finished his beer and waited until the song stopped playing, she looked at him as he got up ; he motioned to the bottle and tilted it to picture it was hollow. She nodded and kept dancing as the music went on. Strange enough when he returned with a beer and a shooter she was gone again, he slowly sipped on his whiskey and beer. laughter caught his attention and the female child came past with two others, they carried bottles cooldrink, she gave his a minuscule wave and he waved back. He smiled to himself, when he finished his drinks he got up, he felt like dancing himself, so he strolled onto the floor. He closed his eyes for a few import, allowing the medicine to get into his system ; then he started to dance.

He opened his heart only to determine the girl like a few feet away from him ; she was dancing, almost like she hadn't bill him, but he saw her glancing towards him at times. He just grinned and danced, it was fun, almost like hitting the gym, a good, gruelling body of work out to get the roue pumping and the muscles working. Only this was like the tread-wheel, a good cardio exercise, but his attention got pluck towards the girl as she danced. Then a guy came up to her, dancing close, almost crowding her, Dave could see the annoyance on her look, she wasn't enjoying herself anymore. The guy moved even closer, his hands touching her arm, shoulder, back as he tried to make what he called dancing expression salutary. He failed miserably with that. Dave moved closer and tapped the guy on the berm ; he looked over his shoulder joint at Dave.

"What ?"

"Could you perhaps impress to the side a bit ? I want to ascertain her dance."

"shtup off dude."

Dave smiled,

"Nope, I'm sorry, but I have a druthers and you're interrupting it."

The man rounded on Dave,

"Listen motherfucker, I'll fucking give up your ass if you don't fucking leave me alone."

Dave kept his smile on his face,

"Actually you will try, but you will get removed by Greg over there by the room access and I will go back to dancing. So quit while you're ahead."

The man looked him over and then at Greg, the bouncer who was looking at them right at that instant. He looked back at Dave,

"Just because you're snowy doesn't mean I'm going to second off fucker."

Dave sighed,

"Listen, you have a choice, either pull up stakes her be and go dogfight somebody else or get hurl out."

The man raised his hands and shoved Dave away from him, or at least assay to ; Dave took one footprint backwards and stir his head.

"I'm not dropping this…"

The fist came from the slope ; Dave ducked under it, swayed backwards away from the next one. He was no bagger, but he did pick up a few things watching the hombre train in their part of the gym. The guy stormed at him, his clenched fist flying, but Dave slipped under a right and stepped to the side. By then Greg had turned up, his hulking form looming up between the two of them. The man of class tried to get at Dave, but a Brobdingnagian hand grabbed him by the leash and held him in place.

"What is going on here ?"

The man fuss towards Dave,

"That motherfucker were hassling me !"

Dave was about to serve when the girlfriend stepped up next to him,

"Actually he was busy hassling me, this man just told him to pass on me alone."

Greg nodded,

"Well then, that means you have had sufficiency of the club."

Greg pulled the man away from the saltation level, Dave sighed as he watched the man getting thrown out and then he turned to the girl.

"Sorry about that, I just didn't like what he was doing."

She smiled,

"No need to be sorry, that was sweet, firstly prison term anybody have done that for me."

He returned the grin,

"Well let's saltation, I did savour the music."

She chuckled and shimmied away, slipping into a dance, giving Dave a playful wink, he chuckled and started to dance again as well. A few songs later he decided that it was time for another drink ; he waited for the bridge between two strain, then he headed for the bar.

"Hey Lu, Au and Lemonade."

"Coming up luv."

"Can I get a Coke please ?"

Dave looked at the girl and she grinned up at him, she was much brusk than him, even with the high heels of her boots.

"So do you stimulate a name ?"

Dave smiled,

"David horse, but multitude call me Dave."

She stuck out her hand,

"Tamryn Tucker, people call me Tamsy."

Dave shook her hand,

"commodity to meet you Tamsy."

"Likewise, so you come here often ?"

He nodded,

"Yeah, best spot in the suburb."

She motioned vaguely to a mesa, when Dave looked he could see the other two young woman sitting there,

"Yeah they said so too, so far I think they're right."

He saw that the tattoo was quite a squeamish work of art ; it was a highly elaborated dragon.

"So what do you do for a sustenance Dave ?"

Their drinkable arrived and Dave tapped his pectus, Lucy nodded and moved away to put it on his tab,

"I'm a coder, meddlesome working on a payroll program for the company. In my free time, I'm working on a low level AI."

They had moved to a table as he talked and they say down,

"What about you ?"

She shrugged,

"Art student, third year."

She motioned at her arm,

"I am planning to do this as well, but first I need the funds to get me set up and a student always needs money."

He nodded,

"Yeah I know, I finished my subject field last twelvemonth, still paying off the student loan. It's hectic to be a scholarly person and having a penury for cash all the time. It sucks actually."

She nodded her accord,

"So you live nearby ?"

He took a sip of his rum and lemonade,

"Yeah, seven blocks away at the Escalade flats."

"Hey I know somebody that lives there, Darian Smith ? Think he lives in matte identification number 28 ?"

Dave nodded,

"Yeah the lensman student, I know that he had visited me a few metre to avail him compute out his editing software."

"Yes ! That's him. So you're the guy he always visits."

Dave grinned,

"Small world hey ?"

She nodded,

"Yes indeed."

They continued talking, he found her quite likeable and of course with her being moderately it didn't hurt at all to blab out with her. They danced a bit as well, but spent near of the meter talking, it was well past times midnight when Dave decided that it was clock time to go home. Tamsy bid him farewell, giving him a hug and a candy kiss on the cheek, heading where her Quaker probably was. Dave paid his tab, giving Lucy a nice tip and headed out. Outside he stopped and scanned the parking lot, usually cat like the one Greg tossed out, lurked about to get even.

"He got in a car and left Dave, I checked him out. Big back talk no cajones, probably just went at you to keep open his rep as a bad ass."

Dave grinned at Greg,

"Thanks man."

They bumped clenched fist and Dave walked to his car, getting his key fruit out, he got into his car and started the railway locomotive when he saw Tamsy coming alone out of the club, looking around the parking lot. She didn't seem very happy about something. Dave pulled out of the parking space and rolled the car up to the measure, he rolled down his window.

"Hey Tams, is something the thing ?"

The scowl on her facial expression turned to a smile when she saw him and came down the stairs,

"My friends left without me, their phones are off. I can bet you they picked up some guys and went home."

She was leaning forward, resting her branch on the undefended window, the top hatchway up to show more of her buff skin and great breasts.

"Where do you exist ?"

"Gallaghan heights."

"fountainhead I am not going to let you take the air to there, why don't I take you dwelling ?"

She bit her lower lip, then slowly nodded,

"Sure, why not ?"

She opened the door and got in, settling her small hand bag on her lap, she slumped into the butt as he pulled away.

"I can't believe they did that. I mean if they at least asked me it would birth been fine."

Dave smiled,

"You need to get you a wingman, or wingwoman in your case. Never leave without each former unless you tell them that you're going."

She looked over at him,

"Let me guess, usually if you have somebody with you and a chance to get laid."

Dave nodded,

"Yup that one."

She chuckled,

"You ever played wingman Dave ?"

He shrugged,

"Back in college yeah, usually was the two-bagger D as well."

"Designated device driver ? You never went home plate with a sweet little college young woman ?"

He shook his forefront,

"Nope, was a bit of an rotund guy back then."

She snorted,

"So ? It's about the personality, not what you look like."

He grinned,

"Perhaps, but not to me, to me it's all about what I look like."

She brushed her tomentum over one berm,

"Ohhh you want to seem near ?"

He nodded,

"I try yes."

She seemed to think as she looked at him and then looked at the road,

"So what do you call up of me ? Am I pretty ?"

He glanced at her,

"Yes you are."

"You're not just saying that ? I mean most guys don't like the piercings and tattoos."

He shrugged,

"I have seen pretty girlfriend screw up their feeling with piercings, tattoos, implants and you name it. You've done just enough, you look very pretty just the way you are."

He made the turning into the street she had mentioned she lived ; she motioned for him to stop at a five floor building.

"wellspring this is me."

She got out and closed the door behind her, she seemed to hesitate and then leaned down,

"I suppose you wouldn't be interested in a foul brew we students live on ? I think mortal labelled it filter coffee ?"

He smiled,

"If you have sugar, I'm game."

She nodded,

"I have sugar, not often, but it should be enough."

He rolled up the windowpane and switched off the car, he was looking forward to talking more with her ; she was quite a lot of fun. He got out and locked the car, following her to the front threshold ; she entered a code and opened the security gate. Stepping inside Dave allowed the gate to cluck close behind him, his first thought was that she lived on one of the upper trading floor, but instead she led him down the small hall to the concluding door on the right. Unlocking the threshold ; she entered and he followed her interior. Of course it wasn't pristine, but it wasn't a hatful either, he tried to find out a word to draw it all and finally came up with one. Art.

She pulled off her the boot and waved her paw around the flat, it wasn't huge, but not a shoebox either. most of the things that lay around were physical body made out of paper mache, papers, books even a few pencils. Leaning against the wall was story boards and Dave assumed she used the figures to draw them.

"Interesting."

He walked over to a drawing, it seemed like she was busybodied making a short motion picture from the sketches she had laid out.

"That is for our final exam, we have to hand in a light film."

Dave nodded,

"invigoration will read a lot of time."

She sighed,

"I know right ? And the worse affair is that I'm way behind schedule."

He nodded as he looked her employment over, she was good.

"well if you want I can help you with that, I have a short program that links with editing programs like Corel Draw or Photoshop. You just run down your movie into the political program and it picks up the basic lines. You just select the period that you want to vivify and it can animate the figure for about two minutes."

"Wow really ? Why haven't you brought it out yet ?"

He shrugged,

"workplace regularization. Any oeuvre I bring out is resole rightfulness of the troupe, will most probably just get ripped off anyway."

"That blows. Well I will be very thankful, but I can't pay you for it though."

He snorted and waved her dissent away,

"I want you to have it ; I don't want to sell it to you."

He stood up,

"By the smell of it, your percolator is spitting out that warm water system already."

She nodded,

"Yeah it is old, but it gets the job done."

He looked around the apartment, there stood a computer in one corner, from the flowing lines he took it to be a gaming box.

"So you game ?"

She came to endure future to him,

"I used to, now I use it to put to work on. Processing speed, RAM and graphics are really just what I need."

He nodded and took in the scanner, while not new ; it was top of the product line and only three long time old,

"I guess natural endowment from your parents ?"

She nodded,

"Yeah, was sort of a natal day present."

He smiled,

"That's a Nice gesture."

He moved over to a cast and sat down, stretching out his legs in front of him, she went into the kitchen and came back, she stopped and he could see she felt a bit stymie,

"I forgot, would you like a cookie ?"

He nodded,

"Sure, why not just give me a taste of the one you took a bite of ?"

She came over to him and without hesitation straddled his lap, to say he was surprised would be an understatement. She leaned in and kissed him, her lip parted and her clapper slipped into his backtalk, then she broke the kiss and leaned back, a flush on her face, darkening the weak chocolate-brown pelt slightly.


"Gosh…that was all that was left of it."

He could detect a faint ginger and grinned,

"well I will not plain about it."

"Oh really ?"

She arched an eyebrow at him and he nodded,

"Yes, really, there is nothing to kick about."

"Good."

She leaned in again, kissing him again, almost hungrily. He returned the kiss, only placing his mitt on her back when she wrapped her arms around his neck. The tongue stud she wore glided over his tongue ; she worked it around, clearly having a lot of experience with teasing with the stud. He could feel himself getting very excited as his helping hand explored her lower book binding and slid over the smooth tegument of her exposed back. When she finally pulled back, she was slightly out of breath and gave him a grin,

"So much advantageously than my friends."

He smiled,

"Glad that I meet your approval."

She chuckled,

"Oh you met that at the club already."

She leaned forward again, looking into his centre,

"If you say you don't want this I will intercept. I know some of you don't want to be with girls like me."

He arched an eyebrow,

"girl with piercings and tattoos ?"

She grinned,

"Coloured fille you nut."

He smiled,

"If I had a problem I wouldn't have kissed you."

"Good, because I'm fucking horny."

She silenced any reply with another kiss ; he could feel her bridge player sliding over his body, unbuttoning his shirt. She clearly wasn't a shy girl once you got her in the mood and boy was she in the mood. Any button that seemed a fiddling repellent she just pulled off, her hands slid over his pelt as her tongue fought his for dominance of each other's mouths. He slid his hand over her buttocks, squeezing them firmly, making her push her rose hip forward, her groin grinding against his and moaning into the buss. She opened his shirt, pushing it open to run her helping hand over his tegument again, he was no tanned Greek god, but he was no slouch in the gym either and it seemed to have a very good effect on her as she kept grinding her crotch against his hardening cock, the rut emanating from her and her speedy breathing testimonial to her own stimulation. She suddenly drew away from him, grabbing hold of her top just above her coxa and pulling it off over her head.

She had wide-cut hips, sparse centre with a toned tummy, she obviously spent much time working on herself as well, he stared as her knocker came into view, replete, round and swaying gently with her movements. He saw in dumbfounded awe, they were lovely, she sat there looking at him, gently biting her lower lip as if wondering if he liked what he saw. Fact was he did, he reached up, running his fingerbreadth over her tum with it's silver medal belly ring, up to cup a breast in each handwriting, he looked up at her and smiled,

"Absolutely lovely."

She smiled back at him and gasped when he ran his fingers over her brown mamilla, the he-man through them making them stand out proudly. He gently squeezed her knocker, she moaned softly as he slowly kneaded her titty, he leaned forward, running his natural language over one nipple ; she pushed her fingers into his whisker arching her back to proudly gift her breasts to him. He practically worshipped them, kissing, licking and sucking on her nipples, using his tongue to wiggle the piercings, this seemed to drive her wild as she groaned and her hands clenched at his hair.

After a lot of groaning and moaning in pleasure, she pushed his promontory away from her titty and leaned down to kiss him hungrily, without a Christian Bible she got up from his lap, she undid her mini and slipped it off, revealing a aphrodisiac little thong, the dark blue material barely covered her pussy. Dave sat up, pulling off his shirt, then pulled out his skid and air-sleeve, his dungaree followed and left him in a visibly bivouac gray boxer. She gave him a smile and stepped up to him, he smiled back at her, pulling her into his weaponry, his strong cock pushing up against her as they embraced, their lips finding each other's. He cupped her naked can, stroking them and squeezing firmly, making her moan into his mouth, he felt a hand faux pas in between their bodies, pushing the top of his boxershorts down over his cock. Her balmy mitt clasped his cock, not able to pass on around, she started to glide her hired man upwards to the tip, suddenly pulling back from the kiss and looked down. She looked up at him with a grin,

"Now that is a very overnice cock you have there."

He smiled,

"Thank you."

She gripped his bagger and pulled it down, marvelling at his cock as it stood proud at attention, throbbing in the air in prevision, she wrapped her around his rotating shaft again and pulled the skin away from his capitulum, leaning in to drub up some of the pre-cum escaping his hole.

"Mmm…"

She got to her feet, slipping the g-string over her pelvic arch and with a little shift sent it to the ground, he admired her smooth snatch, it seemed so wet and inviting. She took his hand, seemed to head for a door, paused and then pulled him to the kitchen ; the kitchen was neat, mostly built-in cupboard and counters, against an spread out constituent of the paries stood a tabular array, she led him to this, first he wondered if she wanted for them to toast coffee. Instead she stopped at the mesa and hopped on, pulling him to her parting her branch and grinning at him. He smiled at her, then he kissed her, she wrapped an arm around his neck, he felt her mitt wrap around his turncock, slowly running up and down his shaft. He placed his hands on her lower back, holding her as they kissed and her paw slid up and down his shot. A compressed grip on his beam and her pulling on it, made him strike forward, he felt the tip of his cock making contact lens with her soft, wet lips. She rubbed the tip of his cock over her wet lips, moaning as she teased herself with his throbbing cock, she broke the kiss, looking up at him as she bit her lip and then slipped the tip of his stopcock into her pussy. She moaned softly, letting go of his quill, resting her hand on his shoulder, he pushed forward slowly, feeling her body open up for his slow intrusion and drawing a cryptic moan from her body as he eyes slowly closed.

He kept pushing deeper, sinking his cock deep into her body, he came to her cervix, feeling her wince slightly. He slowly withdrew, her sinew pulled at him and he slid forward again, entering her cervix uteri, making her cry out breathlessly. He slid further down her plastered pussy, feeling her seawall coming together his, he withdrew slowly and slide back in, making her moan with each movement. She held tightly on to him, her knocker pushing up firmly against him as he pushed against her lour back, keeping her closing to the border of the tabular array as he slowly worked his cock interior of her, feeling her hot breath in his neck as she moaned deeply as he penetrated deep inside her. He started to foot up the pace, stroking faster, settling into a gentle rocking motion with his hip joint, feeling her kitty contracting around his tool as she seemed to moan continuously, holding on to him like he was a life documentation in the ocean.

He felt her nails dig into his cutis, her breathing becoming erratic and her moan increase in tempo, without warning a scream erupted from her parted lips, her legs squeezing him tightly, her nails breaking his peel as her tight pussy convulsed around his dick, becoming almost vice-like in its travelling bag and he could feel her succus forced past the tight fit of her lips around his prick. It took her several moments to relax again, yet her body kept shivering in orgasmic seventh heaven, gasping for breath. She finally opened her middle and smiled up at him,

"Wow, that was the fastest I ever got there."

She giggled,

"Come to think about it, you are the biggest matter I ever had inside me."

He chuckled,

"That could be it."

Her eye widened suddenly,

"Oh son of a bitch, I've forgotten…uhm…"

She blushed,

"Do you have any protective covering with you ?"

He looked at her in disbelief,

"You think about that only now ?"

He smiled,

"Then again, I haven't even started to think about it. Yeah, I have a condom with me."

She seemed to blush even more,

"I'm sorry, I just got carried away a bit."

He tilted her head up and kissed her, slowly withdrawing himself from her, making her shudder and a delicate whimper escaped her lips as he slipped out. He went to his clothes and pulled out his wallet, he knew it was cliché to deport a condom in the wallet for that"just in typeface"second, but it did issue forth in handy now didn't it. He pulled off the wrapping and slid the latex shelter on, then returned to the kitchen.

"You're probably wondering right ?"

She looked at him as he came, he nodded,

"A footling bit yes."

She seemed to crimson even more,

"I have forgotten to get my pills ; it only just dawned on me."

He chuckled,

"You really should get new ones."

She smiled,

"I'll put it on my shopping list, now get over here, we're not done."

He moved over to her, they kissed again, he moved closer, lowering her down onto the table, she rested on her human elbow, the back of her head resting against the rampart, he kissed her cervix, she moaned again. He kissed down to her breasts, sucking one nipple into his mouth, then the other, she arched her back as his tongue played over the hard nubs. He had to admit, he really loved her breasts, he slowly kissed down her body, tonguing her belly anchor ring and then he went further. Her pegleg parting for him as he kissed further down her trunk, his tongue reaching out to taste her wet lips and pic over her clit, a groan escaping her lip as she shuddered in pleasure. He looked up at her as she looked down at him, he started to slowly biff her soft lips, dipping his tongue into her velvet folds and her centre closed as moans started to get by her physical structure once again.

He loved his women being vocal music and Tamsy was being very vocal music, her groan and moan telling him more about her delight than any intelligence would experience told him. He ran his clapper over her button, making her consistency shiver and then went on working his clapper into her wet snatch, she seemed to enjoy the oral stimulation and he started wondering who the protagonist was who she had mentioned earlier. She moaned out his name and he looked back up at her to find her looking down at him,

"Please ? ass me."

He stood up ; gripping his prick at the stand he slid it into her pussy, pushing in as soon as her sass slid around his head, a garish gasp followed his action. He leaned against the table, his resting on the top next to her organic structure, thrusting into her, driving his cock deeper with each drive. Her white meat swayed and bounced with each thrust, she had her nous tilted back, pressed against the bulwark, moaning with her eyes closed as her snatch quickly lubricated the condom, saturating it as soon his breakwater was just as wet as her own with her juices. He kept on thrusting deep into her, moving faster than the starting time time, their groins slapping loudly together, the kitchen filled with her loud moan, the slapping of their wet groins together and a curious mixed smell of the fertile aroma of coffee bean and their sex. This time the dissipated pace of his cock pistoning in and out of her tight confines had his climax rapidly on the rise ; he just tried to control back his impeding orgasm. It felt like he could not hold out any longer when she suddenly sat up, forcing herself to roost on her coat of arms,

"Oh God, oh God, oh FUUUUCK !"

She grunted, clenching her dentition and a forte screeching burst from her lips as her cunt clamped down on his cock, this suited him just fine as he pushed hard against her, feeling his hammer sliding even deeper despite the resistance and he released his repressed orgasm, throwing back his nous as it felt like his cock had just exploded in an array of joy. When he finally came down from his orgasmic high, he found her still shuddering through her sexual climax, eyes still closed as she gasped for breathing time. He was gasping for hint as well. It took her longer to recover this clip and by the time she had opened her eyes, he had caught his breath again. He leaned in to kiss her, she happily accepted his tongue and wrapped her limb around him, it took a farseeing time for the kiss to break and he slowly slid his softening hammer from her. She leaned back onto her munition, looking at him,

"That was much better than I have thought it would be."

He disposed of the safety in her ash bin and grinned at her,

"You make it sound like you have planned it for some time."

She shrugged, making her chest sway with the action,

"Only since you spoke up to that idiot at the club."

He arched his eyebrows,

"Oh ?"

She laughed,

"Hey every daughter wants a man to stand up for her OK ? It just made me hot that's the solely difference."

He smiled and moved over to her, leaning against the table,

"I'm glad that you did, you made this day much better."

She smiled,

"Yay, glad I could do something good for you in return."

He returned her smile, then glanced at her bulwark clock,

"I should get going, sustain some body of work that I need to get done tomorrow."

"Awww, do you really have to go ?"

He nodded,

"Sorry, but yes, I have to get some sleep."

She sighed and slipped from the table,

"OK, but can I at least get your act ?"

He grinned,

"You read my idea ; I do have to break you that syllabus after all."

She hugged him and looked up at him,

"Thank you Dave, you really are a dear guy."

He hugged her back,

"I do my best."

She briefly laid her forefront on his chest,

"Well it's perfect."

She let him go and after getting dressed, programming her turn onto his earpiece, he bade her goodnight and left, getting into his car he let out a breathing time, now that was something else. He grinned, well now his friends could not attend at him as the outcast anymore, he now had experienced sex with a girl of a different race. In fact judging from the girls they have slept with, he just had sex with the hottest one, in fact he felt like the Martin Luther King Jr., he laughed at his thought process,

"Yeah Dave, you're being silly."

He started the car and drove off .