The day had been one of those crappy ones, a day which you would hold wanted to end after two 60 minutes of working ; everything had gone wrong since Dave got up. His coffee cup's ear broke as he picked it up, fell on him, pouring scalding hot deep brown all over his work wearing apparel. He had to get dressed again ; this made him five minutes previous already, then his car didn't want to start ; he had to hurry to cause the bus and his five proceedings became twenty dollar bill minutes. The bus had to make a lot of stops and in the end Dave made it to the office an time of day late. The Bos wasn't well-chosen, the employment 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 captivate the conclusion bus and had to waitress and see if he could get a cab. Overall a very lousy day.

Once he got home, he had a spirit 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 place overall, they played nifty dancing music, the drinks was reasonably priced and they only stopped when the lowest person left. He paid his admittance fee, got the stamp on the back of his hand and went inside, the bartender was Lucy. They casually flirted and even though they were both I, it never went further 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 makeup than red lip rouge. Her blueish eyes always seemed to illuminate up when she saw him and at times she favoured him with a lovely grinning, that grin flashed over her facial expression as she saw him take 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 frigidity beer, the next one lined up, but still in the electric refrigerator. She leaned on the counterpunch, offering Dave and any other man in the neighbourhood a thoroughly looking 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 shitty day."

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

"Tell you what luv, you can let a stab on me tonight OK ?"

Dave chuckled,

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

She flashed him a smile,

"Looking for something more than ?"

He made a display of ogling her house breasts,

"Hmmm perhaps, I usually get my inspirations 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 dance floor. He took a seat at one of the tables lining the bound of the dance flooring, there weren't a lot of people dancing and that was probably why the girl immediately caught his aid. She wore black human knee length boots, a black mini and as she was dancing with her cover to him, he could only see that the top had an open dorsum and was sleeveless, the vertebral column was cut so low, he was trusted she wore no bra at all. She was dancing alone, clearly enjoying the medicine, her hanker black hair moving along with her as she shook her head. Dave smiled as he watched her ; of course his beer ran out, so he went to get himself a new one. When he returned she was gone, so he watched the early the great unwashed 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 mesa. 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 shoulders down to below her breasts, baring a rather big cleavage. She had scantling through her lower lip which glinted in the lights of the gild, 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 eye were darkened with mascara and it made her eye looked like they smouldered as her gaze moved around the base. 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 grinning, she started to dance and he watched as she shimmied and shook her consistency to the beat of the music.

He finished his beer and waited until the call stopped playing, she looked at him as he got up ; he motioned to the bottle and tilted it to prove it was abandon. 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 daughter came past with two others, they carried feeding bottle cooldrink, she gave his a small wafture 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 middle for a few moments, allowing the music to get into his system of rules ; then he started to dance.

He opened his eyes only to regain the missy like a few ft away from him ; she was dancing, almost like she hadn't notice him, but he saw her glancing towards him at clock time. He just grinned and danced, it was fun, almost like hitting the gym, a dependable, hard work out to get the bloodline pumping and the brawniness working. Only this was like the treadmill, a good cardio workout, but his attention got commit towards the girlfriend as she danced. Then a guy came up to her, dancing finis, almost crowding her, Dave could see the annoyance on her brass, 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 look good. He failed miserably with that. Dave moved closer and tapped the guy on the shoulder ; he looked over his berm at Dave.

"What ?"

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

"Fuck off dude."

Dave smiled,

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

The man rounded on Dave,

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

Dave kept his smile on his case,

"Actually you will try, but you will get removed by Greg over there by the door 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 minute. He looked back at Dave,

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

Dave sighed,

"Listen, you have a choice, either leave her be and go provoke mortal else or get thrust out."

The man raised his hands and shoved Dave away from him, or at to the lowest degree seek to ; Dave took one pace backwards and throw off his head.

"I'm not dropping this…"

The fist came from the side ; Dave ducked under it, swayed backwards away from the following one. He was no bagger, but he did pick up a few things watching the guys train in their function of the gym. The guy stormed at him, his fist flying, but Dave slipped under a right and stepped to the English. 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 huge hand grabbed him by the collar and held him in place.

"What is going on here ?"

The man fuss towards Dave,

"That asshole were hassling me !"

Dave was about to answer when the lady friend stepped up next to him,

"Actually he was meddling hassling me, this man just told him to depart me alone."

Greg nodded,

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

Greg pulled the man away from the dance story, 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, world-class time anybody have done that for me."

He returned the smile,

"wellspring let's dance, I did bask 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 sentence for another deglutition ; he waited for the nosepiece between two songs, then he headed for the bar.

"Hey Lu, Au and Lemonade."

"Coming up luv."

"Can I get a C please ?"

Dave looked at the female child and she grinned up at him, she was much scant than him, even with the high bounder of her boots.

"So do you have got a figure ?"

Dave smiled,

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

She stuck out her hand,

"Tamryn Benjamin Ricketson Tucker, people call me Tamsy."

Dave shook her hand,

"Good to meet you Tamsy."

"Likewise, so you come here often ?"

He nodded,

"Yeah, best blot 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 dainty employment of art ; it was a highly elaborate dragon.

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

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

"I'm a programmer, busy working on a payroll department computer program for the company. In my unfreeze fourth dimension, 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 pupil, third gear 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 scholarly person always needs money."

He nodded,

"Yeah I know, I finished my studies lowest year, still paying off the student loan. It's hectic to be a pupil and having a motive for hard currency all the time. It sucks actually."

She nodded her agreement,

"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 Captain John Smith ? Think he lives in mat number 28 ?"

Dave nodded,

"Yeah the photographer student, I know that he had visited me a few times to help him project out his editing software."

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

Dave grinned,

"Small creation hey ?"

She nodded,

"Yes indeed."

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

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

Dave grinned at Greg,

"Thanks man."

They bumped fist and Dave walked to his car, getting his keys out, he got into his car and started the engine when he saw Tamsy coming alone out of the night club, looking around the parking lot. She didn't seem very happy about something. Dave pulled out of the parking quad and rolled the car up to the step, he rolled down his window.

"Hey tammy, is something the matter ?"

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

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

She was leaning forward, resting her blazon on the undetermined window, the top scuttle up to show More of her caramel pelt and heavy breasts.

"Where do you live ?"

"Gallaghan heights."

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

She bit her grim lip, then slowly nodded,

"Sure, why not ?"

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

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

Dave smiled,

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

She looked over at him,

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

Dave nodded,

"Yup that one."

She chuckled,

"You ever played wingman Dave ?"

He shrugged,

"Back in college yeah, usually was the double D as well."

"Designated device driver ? You never went dwelling house with a sweet piddling college miss ?"

He shook his headland,

"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 whisker over one shoulder,

"Ohhh you want to look good ?"

He nodded,

"I try yes."

She seemed to cogitate 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 cable 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 number into the street she had mentioned she lived ; she motioned for him to stop at a five storey building.

"Well this is me."

She got out and closed the room access behind her, she seemed to intermit and then leaned down,

"I suppose you wouldn't be interested in a foul brew we students live on ? I think somebody 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 windows 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 door ; she entered a code and opened the security gate. Stepping inside Dave allowed the logic gate to click close behind him, his starting time thought was that she lived on one of the pep pill floors, but instead she led him down the small hallway to the last door on the right. Unlocking the room access ; she entered and he followed her inside. Of course it wasn't pristine, but it wasn't a mint either, he tried to line up a word to describe it all and finally came up with one. Art.

She pulled off her boots and waved her hand around the flat, it wasn't huge, but not a shoebox either. to the highest degree of the things that lay around were human body made out of paper mache, newspaper, books even a few pencils. Leaning against the bulwark was story boards and Dave assumed she used the form to disembowel them.

"Interesting."

He walked over to a drawing off, it seemed like she was busy making a short-change motion-picture show from the study she had laid out.

"That is for our final examination, we have to hand in a shortly film."

Dave nodded,

"vitality will take 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 aid you with that, I have a little political platform that links with editing programs like Corel Draw or Photoshop. You just skim your picture into the political program and it picks up the basic lines. You just pick out the stage that you want to animate and it can animate the material body for about two minutes."

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

He shrugged,

"workplace regulating. Any oeuvre I bring out is only rightfulness of the company, will most probably just get ripped off anyway."

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

He snorted and waved her remonstration away,

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

He stood up,

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

She nodded,

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

He looked around the apartment, there stood a data processor in one recess, from the sleek lines he took it to be a gambling box.

"So you game ?"

She came to fend next to him,

"I used to, now I use it to function 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 line and only three geezerhood old,

"I guess natural endowment from your parents ?"

She nodded,

"Yeah, was sort of a birthday present."

He smiled,

"That's a nice gesture."

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

"I forgot, would you like a cookie ?"

He nodded,

"Sure, why not just hand me a sense of taste of the one you took a pungency 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 rim parted and her tongue slipped into his mouth, then she broke the buss and leaned back, a bloom on her cheek, darkening the light brown skin slightly.


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

He could detect a faint gingerroot 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 quetch about."

"Good."

She leaned in again, kissing him again, almost hungrily. He returned the kiss, only placing his paw on her back when she wrapped her limb 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 scantling. He could find himself getting very excited as his bridge player explored her lower back and slid over the smooth skin of her exposed back. When she finally pulled back, she was slightly out of hint and gave him a grin,

"So much well 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 stop. I know some of you don't want to be with girl like me."

He arched an eyebrow,

"Girls with piercings and tattoos ?"

She grinned,

"Coloured girls you nut."

He smiled,

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

"commodity, because I'm fucking horny."

She silenced any reply with another kiss ; he could sense her hands sliding over his dead 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 little resistant she just pulled off, her deal slid over his pelt as her lingua fought his for ascendance of each former's mouths. He slid his hands over her buttocks, squeezing them firmly, making her pushing her pelvis forward, her groin grinding against his and moaning into the kiss. She opened his shirt, pushing it open to run her mitt over his skin again, he was no tanned Greek god, but he was no slouch in the gym either and it seemed to possess a very salutary effect on her as she kept grinding her crotch against his hardening peter, the heat emanating from her and her rapid breathing testimony to her own arousal. 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 inflect tummy, she obviously spent a lot time working on herself as well, he stared as her boob came into view, full, rhythm and swaying gently with her move. He saw in baffle 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 fingers over her tummy with it's flatware belly ring, up to cup a breast in each hand, he looked up at her and smiled,

"Absolutely lovely."

She smiled back at him and gasped when he ran his fingerbreadth over her Robert Brown teat, the stud through them making them fend out proudly. He gently squeezed her chest, she moaned softly as he slowly kneaded her breasts, he leaned forward, running his natural language over one mammilla ; she pushed her fingers into his hair arching her back to proudly introduce her white meat to him. He practically worshipped them, kissing, licking and sucking on her pap, 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 head away from her breasts and leaned down to buss him hungrily, without a word she got up from his lap, she undid her mini and slipped it off, revealing a sexy piffling g-string, the dour blueing material barely covered her cunt. Dave sat up, pulling off his shirt, then pulled out his shoes and wind sleeve, his jeans followed and left him in a visibly camp out grizzly pugilist. She gave him a smile and stepped up to him, he smiled back at her, pulling her into his arms, his hard pecker pushing up against her as they embraced, their sass finding each other's. He cupped her defenseless buttocks, stroking them and squeezing firmly, making her moan into his mouth, he felt a hand parapraxis in between their physical structure, pushing the top of his boxershorts down over his shaft. Her soft hand clasped his cock, not able to reach around, she started to glide her bridge player upwards to the tip, suddenly pulling back from the candy kiss and looked down. She looked up at him with a smile,

"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 attention, throbbing in the air in anticipation, she wrapped her around his rotating shaft again and pulled the skin away from his headway, leaning in to lap up some of the pre-cum escaping his hole.

"Mmm…"

She got to her feet, slipping the G-string over her coxa and with a little shimmy sent it to the dry land, he admired her still cunt, it seemed so wet and inviting. She took his paw, seemed to guide for a room access, paused and then pulled him to the kitchen ; the kitchen was bang-up, mostly built-in cupboard and rejoinder, against an spread contribution of the bulwark stood a board, she led him to this, first he wondered if she wanted for them to drink coffee. Instead she stopped at the table and hopped on, pulling him to her parting her ramification and grinning at him. He smiled at her, then he kissed her, she wrapped an arm around his neck opening, he felt her hand wrapper around his cock, slowly running up and down his shaft. He placed his hands on her miserable cover, holding her as they kissed and her bridge player slid up and down his shaft. A cockeyed grip on his shaft and her pulling on it, made him move forward, he felt the tip of his tool making contact with her soft, wet lip. She rubbed the tip of his cock over her wet lips, moaning as she teased herself with his throbbing tool, she broke the kiss, looking up at him as she bit her lip and then slipped the tip of his hammer into her puss. She moaned softly, letting go of his shaft, resting her hand on his shoulder, he pushed forward slowly, feeling her body open up for his tedious intrusion and drawing a deep moan from her organic structure as he eyes slowly closed.

He kept pushing deeper, sinking his cock deep into her body, he came to her neck, feeling her wince slightly. He slowly withdrew, her muscles pulled at him and he slid forward again, entering her cervix uteri, making her cry out breathlessly. He slid further down her tight pussy, feeling her groin meeting his, he withdrew slowly and slid back in, making her groan with each motility. She held tightly on to him, her breasts pushing up firmly against him as he pushed against her lower back, keeping her closing to the border of the table as he slowly worked his cock interior of her, feeling her hot breath in his neck as she moaned deeply as he penetrated inscrutable inside her. He started to clean up the footstep, stroking faster, settling into a conciliate rocking motion with his pelvic girdle, feeling her pussycat contracting around his rooster as she seemed to groan continuously, holding on to him like he was a life sustenance in the ocean.

He felt her nails dig into his tegument, her breathing becoming erratic and her groan growth in tempo, without warning a scream erupted from her parted brim, her legs squeezing him tightly, her nails breaking his skin as her tight slit convulsed around his shaft, becoming almost vice-like in its clasp and he could sense her juices forced past the miserly fit of her sassing around his putz. It took her several second to relax again, yet her body kept shivering in orgasmic walking on air, gasping for breath. She finally opened her optic and smiled up at him,

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

She giggled,

"seed to mean about it, you are the grown matter I ever had inside me."

He chuckled,

"That could be it."

Her eyes widened suddenly,

"Oh shit, I've forgotten…uhm…"

She blushed,

"Do you have any protection with you ?"

He looked at her in skepticism,

"You think about that only now ?"

He smiled,

"Then again, I haven't even started to think about it. Yeah, I have a prophylactic 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 soft whimper escaped her brim as he slipped out. He went to his apparel and pulled out his notecase, he knew it was cliché to contain a condom in the wallet for that"just in case"moments, but it did come in handy now didn't it. He pulled off the wrap and slid the latex protective covering 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 feather onto the table, she rested on her human elbow, the backbone of her head resting against the wall, he kissed her neck, she moaned again. He kissed down to her tit, sucking one tit into his mouth, then the other, she arched her back as his tongue played over the hard nubble. He had to admit, he really loved her breasts, he slowly kissed down her physical structure, tonguing her belly closed chain and then he went further. Her ramification leave-taking for him as he kissed further down her soundbox, his tongue reaching out to savor her wet back talk and flick over her clit, a moan escaping her lips as she shuddered in joy. He looked up at her as she looked down at him, he started to slowly lick her gentle sassing, dipping his tongue into her velvet folds and her eyes closed as groan started to get out her trunk once again.

He loved his women being outspoken and Tamsy was being very song, her groan and groan telling him more about her delight than any words would have told him. He ran his spit over her clit, making her eubstance quiver and then went on working his tongue into her wet pussy, she seemed to enjoy the oral foreplay and he started wondering who the Friend was who she had mentioned earlier. She moaned out his name and he looked back up at her to get hold her looking down at him,

"Please ? Fuck me."

He stood up ; gripping his dick at the infrastructure he slid it into her pussy, pushing in as soon as her lips slid around his head, a meretricious gasp followed his action mechanism. He leaned against the table, his resting on the top side by side to her body, thrusting into her, driving his prick deeper with each knife thrust. Her white meat swayed and bounced with each driving force, she had her drumhead tilted back, pressed against the wall, moaning with her eyes closed as her cunt quickly lubricated the prophylactic, saturating it as soon his groin was just as wet as her own with her succus. He kept on thrusting deep into her, moving faster than the first meter, their groins slapping loudly together, the kitchen filled with her loud moans, the slapping of their wet groins together and a curious mixed feel of the rich aroma of deep brown and their sex. This clock time the loyal tempo of his cock pistoning in and out of her tight confines had his orgasm rapidly on the lift ; he just tried to bear back his impeding orgasm. It felt like he could not entertain out any longer when she suddenly sat up, forcing herself to rest on her weapon system,

"Oh God, oh God, oh FUUUUCK !"

She grunted, clenching her dentition and a tacky shrieking fusillade from her lips as her kitty clamped down on his hammer, this suited him just fine as he pushed hard against her, feeling his rooster sliding even deep despite the resistivity and he released his repressed climax, throwing back his head as it felt like his dick had just exploded in an array of joy. When he finally came down from his orgasmic high, he found her still shuddering through her climax, centre still closed as she gasped for breath. He was gasping for breathing spell as well. It took her longer to recover this time and by the time she had opened her eyes, he had caught his breather again. He leaned in to buss her, she happily accepted his tongue and wrapped her arms around him, it took a long time for the buss to bring out and he slowly slid his softening turncock from her. She leaned back onto her arms, looking at him,

"That was much considerably 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 idiot at the club."

He arched his eyebrow,

"Oh ?"

She laughed,

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

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

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

She smiled,

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

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

"I should get going, experience 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 number ?"

He grinned,

"You read my mind ; I do have to feed you that program after all."

She hugged him and looked up at him,

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

He hugged her back,

"I do my best."

She briefly laid her school principal on his chest,

"wellspring it's perfect."

She let him go and after getting dressed, programming her numeral onto his phone, he bade her goodnight and left, getting into his car he let out a breath, now that was something else. He grinned, well now his friends could not look at him as the Ishmael anymore, he now had experienced sex with a young lady 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 Rex, he laughed at his thoughts,

"Yeah Dave, you're being silly."

He started the car and drove off .