The day had been one of those stinking ones, a day which you would take in wanted to end after two time of day of working ; everything had gone faulty since Dave got up. His burnt umber cup's ear broke as he picked it up, fell on him, pouring scalding hot chocolate all over his piece of work clothes. He had to get dressed again ; this made him five minutes late already, then his car didn't want to pop ; he had to stimulate to wee the bus and his five minutes became XX arcminute. The bus had to stimulate a lot of closure and in the end Dave made it to the billet an hour late. The boss wasn't happy, the work was piled high, so Dave skipped lunch, had a snack at three, and worked until eight. It was a very farsighted day ; he was too lately to get the last bus and had to hold off and see if he could get a taxi. Overall a very shitty day.

Once he got home, he had a look 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 cylinder block to the clubhouse, it was a skillful plaza overall, they played great trip the light fantastic toe medicine, the drunkenness was reasonably priced and they only stopped when the concluding person left. He paid his entree fee, got the stamp on the back of his hand and went inside, the barman was Lucy. They casually flirted and even though they were both undivided, it never went advance than that. Dave never had thought about it, she had a killer eubstance, clearly well-looked after, long red hair and she almost never wore any more war paint than red lipstick. Her blue center always seemed to light up up when she saw him and at meter she favoured him with a lovely smile, that smile flashed over her face as she saw him read 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 adjacent one lined up, but still in the fridge. She leaned on the return, offering Dave and any early man in the vicinity a good expression 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 lousy day."

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

"Tell you what luv, you can let 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 more ?"

He made a show of ogling her business firm breasts,

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

She laughed and moved to another customer, Dave finished his beer ; he took the next one with him as he headed for the terpsichore floor. He took a seat at one of the board lining the border of the dance story, there weren't a lot of people dancing and that was probably why the girl immediately caught his attention. She wore disastrous knee joint length thrill, a black miniskirt and as she was dancing with her rear to him, he could only see that the top had an receptive vertebral column 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 yearn black hair moving along with her as she shook her straits. Dave smiled as he watched her ; of grade his beer ran out, so he went to get himself a new one. When he returned she was gone, so he watched the former 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 floor and found a spot close to his table. 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 congregation from her shoulder down to below her breasts, baring a rather big segmentation. She had macho-man through her lower lip which glinted in the brightness of the club, there was a tattoo running game 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 eyes looked like they smouldered as her gaze moved around the level. She smiled at him and he nodded at her, lifting his beer in an almost goner or salutation to her. She laughed and favoured him with another smile, she started to trip the light fantastic toe and he watched as she shimmied and shook her body to the meter of the music.

He finished his beer and waited until the song stopped performing, she looked at him as he got up ; he motioned to the bottle and tilted it to show it was empty. 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 tending and the girl came past with two others, they carried feeding bottle cooldrink, she gave his a small Wave and he waved back. He smiled to himself, when he finished his drink he got up, he felt like dancing himself, so he strolled onto the floor. He closed his centre for a few import, allowing the euphony to get into his system of rules ; then he started to dance.

He opened his heart only to chance the miss like a few metrical unit away from him ; she was dancing, almost like she hadn't notice 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, toilsome work out to get the lineage pumping and the musculus working. Only this was like the treadmill, a good cardio workout, but his attention got force towards the girl as she danced. Then a guy came up to her, dancing end, almost crowding her, Dave could see the annoyance on her face, 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 looking good. He failed miserably with that. Dave moved closer and tapped the guy on the shoulder ; he looked over his shoulder joint at Dave.

"What ?"

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

"ass off dude."

Dave smiled,

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

The man rounded on Dave,

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

Dave kept his smiling on his face,

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

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

"Just because you're white-hot doesn't mean I'm going to bet on off fucker."

Dave sighed,

"Listen, you have a selection, either bequeath her be and go harass individual else or get confound out."

The man raised his hands and shoved Dave away from him, or at least tried to ; Dave took one dance step backwards and shook 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 boxer, but he did foot up a few things watching the cat train in their part of the gym. The guy stormed at him, his fist flying, but Dave slipped under a rightfield and stepped to the side. By then Greg had turned up, his hulking form looming up between the two of them. The man of row tried to get at Dave, but a immense paw grabbed him by the collar and held him in place.

"What is going on here ?"

The man tiff towards Dave,

"That motherfucker were hassling me !"

Dave was about to answer when the fille stepped up succeeding to him,

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

Greg nodded,

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

Greg pulled the man away from the dancing floor, 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, first time anybody have done that for me."

He returned the smiling,

"fountainhead let's dance, I did savour the music."

She chuckled and shimmied away, slipping into a dance, giving Dave a playful split second, he chuckled and started to trip the light fantastic toe again as well. A few Song dynasty later he decided that it was clock time for another drinking ; he waited for the bridge deck between two songs, then he headed for the bar.

"Hey Lu, Au and Lemonade."

"advent up luv."

"Can I get a Coke please ?"

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

"So do you have got a epithet ?"

Dave smiled,

"Saint David knight, but people call me Dave."

She stuck out her hand,

"Tamryn Tucker, people call me Tamsy."

Dave shook her mitt,

"Good to meet you Tamsy."

"Likewise, so you come here often ?"

He nodded,

"Yeah, well post in the suburb."

She motioned vaguely to a table, when Dave looked he could see the other two girls sitting there,

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

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

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

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

"I'm a software engineer, busy working on a payroll program for the company. In my barren 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 scholarly person, third gear year."

She motioned at her arm,

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

He nodded,

"Yeah I know, I finished my sketch finish twelvemonth, still paying off the bookman loan. It's hectic to be a scholar and having a need for immediate payment all the time. It sucks actually."

She nodded her concord,

"So you live nearby ?"

He took a sip of his rum and lemonade,

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

"Hey I know individual that lives there, Darian David Roland Smith ? Think he lives in flat act 28 ?"

Dave nodded,

"Yeah the lensman student, I know that he had visited me a few times to aid him figure out his editing software."

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

Dave grinned,

"Small reality hey ?"

She nodded,

"Yes indeed."

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

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

Dave grinned at Greg,

"Thanks man."

They bumped fists and Dave walked to his car, getting his paint out, he got into his car and started the locomotive when he saw Tamsy coming alone out of the gild, 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 steps, he rolled down his window.

"Hey Tams, is something the affair ?"

The frown on her brass turned to a smile when she saw him and came down the steps,

"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 subdivision on the open up window, the top opening up to picture Sir Thomas More of her raw sienna skin and laboured breasts.

"Where do you live ?"

"Gallaghan heights."

"Well I am not going to let you walk to there, why don't I take you home ?"

She bit her abject lip, then slowly nodded,

"Sure, why not ?"

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

"I can't believe they did that. I mean if they at to the lowest degree asked me it would feature been fine."

Dave smiled,

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

She looked over at him,

"Let me approximate, 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 duplicate D as well."

"Designated Driver ? You never went home with a Henry Sweet little college girl ?"

He shook his read/write head,

"Nope, was a bit of an obese 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 hair over one shoulder,

"Ohhh you want to look good ?"

He nodded,

"I try yes."

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

"So what do you think of me ? Am I pretty ?"

He glanced at her,

"Yes you are."

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

He shrugged,

"I have seen pretty girls screw up their looks 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 bout into the street she had mentioned she lived ; she motioned for him to stop at a five storey building.

"fountainhead this is me."

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

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

He smiled,

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

She nodded,

"I have sugar, not much, 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 strawman room access ; she entered a code and opened the security measure gate. Stepping inside Dave allowed the gate to fall into place close behind him, his first thought was that she lived on one of the upper floor, but instead she led him down the little hallway to the last room access on the right. Unlocking the door ; she entered and he followed her inside. Of course it wasn't pristine, but it wasn't a mess either, he tried to witness a word to describe it all and finally came up with one. Art.

She pulled off her bang and waved her hired man around the flat, it wasn't huge, but not a shoebox either. Most of the things that lay around were bod made out of newspaper mache, papers, Holy Scripture 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 draft, it seemed like she was engaged making a short cinema from the sketches she had laid out.

"That is for our finals, we have to hand in a short film."

Dave nodded,

"vitality will subscribe to a lot of time."

She sighed,

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

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

"Well if you want I can help you with that, I have a little plan that links with editing political program like Corel attracter or Photoshop. You just scan your picture into the program and it picks up the BASIC telephone circuit. You just choose the pointedness that you want to animate and it can animise the number for about two minutes."

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

He shrugged,

"body of work ordinance. Any oeuvre I bring out is exclusive right of the caller, 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 objection away,

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

He stood up,

"By the odour of it, your percolator is spitting out that warm up water 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 streamlined lines he took it to be a gaming box.

"So you game ?"

She came to stand adjacent to him,

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

He nodded and took in the scanner, while not new ; it was top of the strain and only three years old,

"I guess giving from your parents ?"

She nodded,

"Yeah, was sort of a birthday present."

He smiled,

"That's a gracious gesture."

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

"I forgot, would you like a biscuit ?"

He nodded,

"Sure, why not just present me a taste of the one you took a sting 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 lips parted and her clapper slipped into his sassing, then she broke the buss and leaned back, a blush on her face, darkening the light brown skin slightly.


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

He could detect a swoon peppiness and grinned,

"well I will not quetch about it."

"Oh really ?"

She arched an brow at him and he nodded,

"Yes, really, there is zero to complain about."

"Good."

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

"So much better 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 eye,

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

He arched an eyebrow,

"young woman with piercings and tattoos ?"

She grinned,

"Coloured girls 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 find her hands sliding over his physical structure, unbuttoning his shirt. She clearly wasn't a shy fille once you got her in the mood and boy was she in the mood. Any button that seemed a minuscule resistant she just pulled off, her hands slid over his skin as her tongue fought his for dominance of each other's back talk. He slid his hands over her buttocks, squeezing them firmly, making her button her hips forward, her groin grinding against his and moaning into the buss. She opened his shirt, pushing it outdoors to run her hands over his skin again, he was no bronze Hellenic language god, but he was no slouch in the gym either and it seemed to have a very effective impression on her as she kept grinding her crotch against his curing cock, the heat emanating from her and her rapid breathing testimonial to her own rousing. She suddenly drew away from him, grabbing hold of her top just above her hips and pulling it off over her head.

She had full hips, thin eye with a intone tum, she obviously spent a good deal metre working on herself as well, he stared as her bosom came into view, full, round and swaying gently with her movements. He saw in stupefied awe, they were lovely, she sat there looking at him, gently biting her lower berth lip as if wondering if he liked what he saw. Fact was he did, he reached up, running his fingers over her breadbasket with it's silver belly ring, up to cup a chest in each hand, he looked up at her and smiled,

"Absolutely lovely."

She smiled back at him and gasped when he ran his fingers over her brown nipples, the stud through them making them digest out proudly. He gently squeezed her white meat, she moaned softly as he slowly kneaded her breasts, he leaned forward, running his glossa over one nipple ; she pushed her fingers into his hair arching her back to proudly acquaint her white meat to him. He practically worshipped them, kissing, licking and sucking on her nipples, using his tongue to jiggle the piercings, this seemed to drive her natural state as she groaned and her hands clenched at his hair.

After a lot of groaning and moaning in pleasure, she pushed his forefront away from her breasts and leaned down to kiss him hungrily, without a Word of God she got up from his lap, she undid her mini and slipped it off, revealing a aphrodisiac little g-string, the dark puritanical material barely covered her pussycat. Dave sat up, pulling off his shirt, then pulled out his shoes and drogue, his blue jean followed and left him in a visibly camp out gray boxer. She gave him a smile and stepped up to him, he smiled back at her, pulling her into his arm, his hard peter pushing up against her as they embraced, their back talk finding each other's. He cupped her raw buttocks, stroking them and squeezing firmly, making her groan into his mouth, he felt a hand moorage in between their bodies, pushing the top of his boxers down over his slam. Her cushy bridge player clasped his putz, not able to pass on around, she started to glide her hand 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 nice cock you have there."

He smiled,

"Thank you."

She gripped his boxer and pulled it down, marvelling at his cock as it stood proud at aid, throbbing in the air in anticipation, she wrapped her around his shaft again and pulled the skin away from his pass, leaning in to work up some of the pre-cum escaping his hole.

"Mmm…"

She got to her feet, slipping the g-string over her hips and with a short wobble sent it to the background, he admired her smooth pussy, it seemed so wet and inviting. She took his hand, seemed to direct for a door, paused and then pulled him to the kitchen ; the kitchen was swell, mostly built-in cupboard and heel counter, against an afford part of the wall stood a tabular array, she led him to this, first he wondered if she wanted for them to drink deep brown. Instead she stopped at the table and hopped on, pulling him to her parting her wooden leg and grinning at him. He smiled at her, then he kissed her, she wrapped an arm around his neck opening, he felt her hand wrap around his cock, slowly running up and down his shaft. He placed his custody on her low-down back, holding her as they kissed and her hand slid up and down his shaft of light. A tight clench on his shaft and her pulling on it, made him move forward, he felt the tip of his shaft making contact with her flabby, 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 cock into her pussy. She moaned softly, letting go of his light beam, resting her manus on his shoulder, he pushed forward slowly, feeling her eubstance open up for his tiresome invasion and drawing a inscrutable moan from her physical structure 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 uterine cervix, making her cry out breathlessly. He slid further down her tight pussy, feeling her groin coming together his, he withdrew slowly and slid back in, making her moan with each movement. She held tightly on to him, her boob pushing up firmly against him as he pushed against her lower back, keeping her stopping point to the edge of the mesa as he slowly worked his rooster inside of her, feeling her hot breath in his neck opening as she moaned deeply as he penetrated inscrutable inside her. He started to pick up the pace, stroking faster, settling into a gentle rocking question with his hip, feeling her pussy contracting around his cock as she seemed to moan continuously, holding on to him like he was a lifespan support in the ocean.

He felt her nails dig into his skin, her breathing becoming erratic and her moan increase in tempo, without warning a scream erupted from her take off backtalk, her legs squeezing him tightly, her nails breaking his hide as her tight twat convulsed around his barb, becoming almost vice-like in its bag and he could sense her juice forced past the mean fit of her rim around his dick. It took her several second to relax again, yet her body kept shivering in orgasmic blissfulness, gasping for breathing space. She finally opened her eyes and smiled up at him,

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

She giggled,

"cum to guess about it, you are the biggest thing I ever had inside me."

He chuckled,

"That could be it."

Her eyes widened suddenly,

"Oh tinker's dam, I've forgotten…uhm…"

She blushed,

"Do you have any protection with you ?"

He looked at her in disbelief,

"You think about that only now ?"

He smiled,

"Then again, I haven't even started to remember 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 tingle and a easy whine escaped her back talk as he slipped out. He went to his clothes and pulled out his notecase, he knew it was cliché to expect a condom in the wallet for that"just in case"moments, but it did come in W. C. Handy now didn't it. He pulled off the wrapper and slid the latex protection on, then returned to the kitchen.

"You're probably wondering right ?"

She looked at him as he came, he nodded,

"A little bit yes."

She seemed to blush even more,

"I have forgotten to get my tab ; 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 elbows, the back of her capitulum resting against the wall, he kissed her neck opening, 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 core. He had to admit, he really loved her breasts, he slowly kissed down her organic structure, tonguing her belly ring and then he went further. Her pegleg leave for him as he kissed further down her trunk, his clapper reaching out to savour her wet backtalk and flick over her clit, a moan escaping her sass as she shuddered in pleasure. He looked up at her as she looked down at him, he started to slowly lick her balmy lips, dipping his clapper into her velvet fold and her eyes closed as moan started to escape her body once again.

He loved his women being vocal and Tamsy was being very vocal, her moan and groans telling him more about her pleasure than any words would possess told him. He ran his tongue over her clit, making her trunk shiver and then went on working his tongue into her wet pussy, she seemed to enjoy the oral examination stimulation and he started wondering who the ally was who she had mentioned earlier. She moaned out his figure and he looked back up at her to find her looking down at him,

"Please ? Fuck me."

He stood up ; gripping his cock at the base he slid it into her pussy, pushing in as soon as her rim slid around his head, a loud gasp followed his action. He leaned against the table, his resting on the top next to her body, thrusting into her, driving his stopcock deeper with each thrust. Her white meat swayed and bounced with each jab, she had her heading tilted back, pressed against the wall, moaning with her centre closed as her pussy quickly lubricated the condom, saturating it as soon his groin was just as wet as her own with her juices. He kept on thrusting rich into her, moving faster than the first time, their groins slapping loudly together, the kitchen filled with her tatty moans, the slapping of their wet groins together and a funny combine smell of the rich odour of coffee tree and their sex. This prison term the fast pace of his cock pistoning in and out of her tight confines had his coming rapidly on the rise ; he just tried to hold back his impeding orgasm. It felt like he could not hold out any longer when she suddenly sat up, forcing herself to perch on her arms,

"Oh God, oh God, oh FUUUUCK !"

She grunted, clenching her dentition and a aloud scream volley from her lips as her slit clamped down on his shaft, this suited him just mulct as he pushed hard against her, feeling his cock sliding even deeper despite the resistance and he released his pent-up sexual climax, throwing back his head as it felt like his cock had just exploded in an array of delight. 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 breath. He was gasping for breath as well. It took her longer to recover this time and by the time she had opened her eyes, he had caught his breathing time again. He leaned in to kiss her, she happily accepted his tongue and wrapped her coat of arms around him, it took a hanker time for the kiss to check and he slowly slid his softening cock from her. She leaned back onto her weapon system, looking at him,

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

He disposed of the condom in her dustbin and grinned at her,

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

She shrugged, making her breasts sway with the action,

"Only since you spoke up to that half-wit at the club."

He arched his eyebrow,

"Oh ?"

She laughed,

"Hey every fille wants a man to put up up for her OK ? It just made me hot that's the only 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 wall clock,

"I should get going, have some 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 telephone number ?"

He grinned,

"You read my creative thinker ; I do birth to generate you that program after all."

She hugged him and looked up at him,

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

He hugged her back,

"I do my best."

She briefly laid her head on his chest,

"Well it's perfect."

She let him go and after getting dressed, programming her issue onto his phone, 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 look at him as the outcast anymore, he now had experienced sex with a girl of a different race. In fact judging from the miss they have slept with, he just had sex with the hot one, in fact he felt like the king, he laughed at his mentation,

"Yeah Dave, you're being silly."

He started the car and drove off .