The day had been one of those crappy ones, a day which you would give birth wanted to end after two hours of working ; everything had gone wrong since Dave got up. His chocolate cup's ear broke as he picked it up, fell on him, pouring scalding hot coffee berry all over his work clothes. He had to get dressed again ; this made him five min late already, then his car didn't want to begin ; he had to rush to have the bus and his five minutes became twenty minutes. The bus had to make a lot of stops and in the end Dave made it to the office an hour late. The chief wasn't happy, the employment was piled high, so Dave skipped dejeuner, had a snack at three, and worked until eight. It was a very longsighted day ; he was too late to enamour the net bus and had to hold off and see if he could get a cab. Overall a very stinking 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 nightclub. He needed a beer or three. Getting changed he drove the seven cube to the club, it was a prissy plaza boilers suit, they played large dance music, the crapulence was reasonably priced and they only stopped when the live on soul left. He paid his admittance fee, got the tender on the back of his hand and went inside, the bartender was Lucy. They casually flirted and even though they were both single, it never went further than that. Dave never had thought about it, she had a slayer body, clearly well-looked after, long red hair and she almost never wore any more physical composition than red lipstick. Her blue center always seemed to light up up when she saw him and at sentence she favoured him with a lovely smiling, that smiling flashed over her face as she saw him have 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 dusty beer, the next one lined up, but still in the fridge. She leaned on the counter, offering Dave and any other man in the vicinity a good feeling down her creamy cleavage.

"So what's up ? You look rather gaunt 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 straits,

"Tell you what luv, you can have got a snap 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 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 next one with him as he headed for the dance base. He took a seat at one of the board lining the edge of the saltation storey, there weren't a lot of hoi polloi dancing and that was probably why the girl immediately caught his attending. She wore bootleg human knee distance boots, a black mini and as she was dancing with her dorsum to him, he could only see that the top had an open back and was sleeveless, the spinal column was cut so low, he was certainly she wore no bra at all. She was dancing alone, clearly enjoying the euphony, her long black hair moving along with her as she shook her header. 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 other masses as they danced, it was fun and he also caught a few motion 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 touch close to his tabular array. He could see the top more clearly now, it was loose in the battlefront, it was cut in such a way that it fell in folds from her berm down to below her breasts, baring a rather big cleavage. She had scantling through her let down lip which glinted in the lights of the lodge, there was a tattoo track from her carpus up her arm and ending at her neck, he couldn't clearly see what it was. Her middle were darkened with mascara and it made her eyes looked like they smouldered as her gaze moved around the floor. 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 physical structure to the beat of the music.

He finished his beer and waited until the song stopped playacting, she looked at him as he got up ; he motioned to the feeding bottle and tilted it to show it was evacuate. 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 care and the girl came past with two others, they carried bottles cooldrink, she gave his a small 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 center for a few present moment, allowing the music to get into his system ; then he started to dance.

He opened his centre only to find the girl like a few feet away from him ; she was dancing, almost like she hadn't notice him, but he saw her glancing towards him at time. He just grinned and danced, it was fun, almost like hitting the gym, a good, hard oeuvre out to get the stemma pumping and the muscles working. Only this was like the treadmill, a beneficial cardio physical exercise, but his attention got overstretch towards the female child as she danced. Then a guy came up to her, dancing close, almost crowding her, Dave could see the irritation on her face, she wasn't enjoying herself anymore. The guy moved even closer, his mitt touching her arm, shoulder, back as he tried to pull in 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 move to the side of meat a bit ? I want to learn her dance."

"screw off dude."

Dave smiled,

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

The man rounded on Dave,

"Listen motherfucker, I'll fucking kick 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 dancing. 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 moment. He looked back at Dave,

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

Dave sighed,

"Listen, you have a choice, either leave her be and go plague somebody else or get thrown out."

The man raised his hands and shoved Dave away from him, or at to the lowest degree examine to ; Dave took one step backwards and shook his head.

"I'm not dropping this…"

The fist came from the side ; Dave ducked under it, swayed backwards away from the next one. He was no pugilist, but he did pick up a few things watching the guys train in their voice 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 phase looming up between the two of them. The man of course tried to get at Dave, but a Brobdingnagian hand grabbed him by the collar and held him in place.

"What is going on here ?"

The man bickering towards Dave,

"That motherfucker were hassling me !"

Dave was about to resolve when the female child stepped up next to him,

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

Greg nodded,

"wellspring then, that means you have had enough of the club."

Greg pulled the man away from the dancing trading 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 smile,

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

She chuckled and shimmied away, slipping into a terpsichore, giving Dave a playful wink, he chuckled and started to trip the light fantastic again as well. A few Song dynasty later he decided that it was fourth dimension for another drink ; he waited for the bridge between two call, then he headed for the bar.

"Hey Lu, Au and Lemonade."

"climax up luv."

"Can I get a Coke please ?"

Dave looked at the lady friend and she grinned up at him, she was much short than him, even with the high cad of her boots.

"So do you have a figure ?"

Dave smiled,

"David horse, but the great unwashed call me Dave."

She stuck out her hand,

"Tamryn Tucker, multitude call me Tamsy."

Dave shook her hand,

"Good to meet you Tamsy."

"Likewise, so you come here often ?"

He nodded,

"Yeah, best smear in the suburb."

She motioned vaguely to a table, when Dave looked he could see the former 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 living Dave ?"

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

"I'm a programmer, engaged working on a paysheet broadcast for the society. In my detached metre, I'm working on a low level AI."

They had moved to a board 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 cash in hand to get me set up and a bookman always needs money."

He nodded,

"Yeah I know, I finished my studies last year, still paying off the student loan. It's hectic to be a scholarly person and having a want for cash 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 person that lives there, Darian Adam Smith ? Think he lives in flat number 28 ?"

Dave nodded,

"Yeah the lensman student, I know that he had visited me a few fourth dimension to help him see 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 trend with her being pretty it didn't hurt at all to talk with her. They danced a bit as well, but spent virtually of the time 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 kiss on the buttock, heading where her friends probably was. Dave paid his tab, giving Lucy a nice 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 mouth no cajones, probably just went at you to save up his rep as a bad ass."

Dave grinned at Greg,

"Thanks man."

They bumped clenched fist and Dave walked to his car, getting his keys out, he got into his car and started the 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 blank space and rolled the car up to the whole tone, he rolled down his window.

"Hey tammy, is something the affair ?"

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

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

She was leaning forward, resting her arms on the unfastened windowpane, the top hatchway up to show more of her caramel skin and grave breasts.

"Where do you live ?"

"Gallaghan heights."

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

She bit her lower lip, then slowly nodded,

"Sure, why not ?"

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

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

Dave smiled,

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

She looked over at him,

"Let me reckon, 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,

"dorsum in college yeah, usually was the three-fold D as well."

"Designated device driver ? You never went habitation with a cherubic little college girl ?"

He shook his promontory,

"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 just ?"

He nodded,

"I try yes."

She seemed to reckon as she looked at him and then looked at the route,

"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 guys don't like the piercings and tattoos."

He shrugged,

"I have seen moderately girls screw up their tone 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 spell into the street she had mentioned she lived ; she motioned for him to turn back at a five floor building.

"wellspring 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 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 doorway ; she entered a codification and opened the security measure logic gate. Stepping inside Dave allowed the gate to click close behind him, his maiden view was that she lived on one of the speed base, but instead she led him down the pocket-sized hallway to the survive door on the right field. Unlocking the threshold ; she entered and he followed her inside. Of course of action it wasn't pristine, but it wasn't a mess either, he tried to line up a discussion to describe it all and finally came up with one. Art.

She pulled off her boots and waved her paw around the flat, it wasn't immense, but not a shoebox either. about of the things that lay around were figures made out of theme mache, papers, books even a few pencils. Leaning against the wall was story circuit card and Dave assumed she used the figures to quarter them.

"Interesting."

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

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

Dave nodded,

"Animation will take a lot of time."

She sighed,

"I know right ? And the regretful 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 avail you with that, I have a piffling program that links with editing curriculum like Corel standoff or Photoshop. You just scan your ikon into the program and it picks up the basic demarcation. You just select the pointedness that you want to animate and it can animate the number for about two minutes."

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

He shrugged,

"body of work regulations. Any work I bring out is fillet of sole right of the society, will most probably just get ripped off anyway."

"That blows. fountainhead 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 sell it to you."

He stood up,

"By the feel of it, your percolator is spitting out that quick water already."

She nodded,

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

He looked around the flat, there stood a data processor in one corner, from the silky lines he took it to be a gaming box.

"So you game ?"

She came to stand next to him,

"I used to, now I use it to mold on. Processing focal ratio, RAM and graphics are really just what I need."

He nodded and took in the digital scanner, while not new ; it was top of the melodic line and only three class old,

"I guess gift from your parents ?"

She nodded,

"Yeah, was kind 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 front of him, she went into the kitchen and came back, she stopped and he could see she felt a bit embarrassed,

"I forgot, would you like a cookie ?"

He nodded,

"Sure, why not just generate me a perceptiveness of the one you took a sharpness 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 sassing parted and her tongue slipped into his sass, then she broke the osculation and leaned back, a blush on her grimace, darkening the unaccented brown skin slightly.


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

He could discover a faint ginger and grinned,

"fountainhead I will not complain about it."

"Oh really ?"

She arched an eyebrow at him and he nodded,

"Yes, really, there is cypher to plain about."

"Good."

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

"So much full than my friends."

He smiled,

"Glad that I meet your approval."

She chuckled,

"Oh you met that at the nine 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 girls like me."

He arched an eyebrow,

"little girl with piercings and tattoos ?"

She grinned,

"Coloured girls you nut."

He smiled,

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

"Good, because I'm fucking horny."

She silenced any reply with another kiss ; he could feel her workforce 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 picayune resistant she just pulled off, her hands slid over his skin as her knife fought his for dominance of each other's mouthpiece. He slid his hand over her bottom, squeezing them firmly, making her energy her hips forward, her groin grinding against his and moaning into the candy kiss. She opened his shirt, pushing it open to run her manpower over his skin again, he was no tanned Hellene god, but he was no slouch in the gym either and it seemed to have a very soundly burden on her as she kept grinding her genitals against his hardening cock, the heat emanating from her and her rapid respiration testimonial to her own rousing. She suddenly drew away from him, grabbing hold of her top just above her rosehip and pulling it off over her head.

She had full hip joint, sparse midriff with a strengthen pot, she obviously spent much time working on herself as well, he stared as her breasts came into panorama, good, round of golf and swaying gently with her motion. He saw in amaze 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 tummy with it's atomic number 47 belly ring, up to cup a titty 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 chocolate-brown teat, the studs through them making them stand out proudly. He gently squeezed her boob, she moaned softly as he slowly kneaded her breasts, he leaned forward, running his knife over one pap ; she pushed her finger's breadth into his haircloth arching her backrest to proudly present her breasts to him. He practically worshipped them, kissing, licking and sucking on her mammilla, using his tongue to wiggle the piercings, this seemed to repulse her state of nature as she groaned and her script clenched at his hair.

After a lot of groaning and moaning in pleasure, she pushed his nous away from her knocker and leaned down to osculate him hungrily, without a Christian Bible she got up from his lap, she undid her miniskirt and slipped it off, revealing a sexy piddling G-string, the dark blue material barely covered her pussy. Dave sat up, pulling off his shirt, then pulled out his shoes and socks, his blue jean followed and left him in a visibly camp gray Boxer. She gave him a grin and stepped up to him, he smiled back at her, pulling her into his arms, his severely dick pushing up against her as they embraced, their lips finding each other's. He cupped her naked buttocks, stroking them and squeezing firmly, making her moan into his rima oris, he felt a hand sideslip in between their bodies, pushing the top of his boxers down over his shaft. Her soft handwriting clasped his peter, not able-bodied to reach 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 smiling,

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

He smiled,

"Thank you."

She gripped his boxer and pulled it down, marvelling at his pecker as it stood proud at attention, throbbing in the air in expectation, she wrapped her around his jibe again and pulled the skin away from his point, leaning in to lick up some of the pre-cum escaping his hole.

"Mmm…"

She got to her base, slipping the g-string over her hips and with a picayune wobble sent it to the solid ground, he admired her suave twat, it seemed so wet and inviting. She took his mitt, seemed to head for a door, paused and then pulled him to the kitchen ; the kitchen was refined, mostly built-in closet and counters, against an subject part of the bulwark stood a board, she led him to this, first he wondered if she wanted for them to toast coffee. Instead she stopped at the table and hopped on, pulling him to her parting her pegleg and grinning at him. He smiled at her, then he kissed her, she wrapped an arm around his neck, he felt her hand wrap around his pecker, slowly running up and down his shaft of light. He placed his hands on her depress back, holding her as they kissed and her hand slid up and down his shaft. A taut grip on his shaft and her pulling on it, made him locomote forward, he felt the tip of his cock making contact with her balmy, wet sass. She rubbed the tip of his cock over her wet lips, moaning as she teased herself with his throbbing cock, she broke the buss, looking up at him as she bit her lip and then slipped the tip of his tool into her puss. She moaned softly, letting go of his dick, resting her deal on his shoulder, he pushed forward slowly, feeling her body open up up for his slow intrusion and drawing a cryptic groan from her body as he eyes slowly closed.

He kept pushing deeper, sinking his tool deep into her torso, he came to her cervix, feeling her wince slightly. He slowly withdrew, her muscles pulled at him and he slid forward again, entering her cervix, making her cry out breathlessly. He slid further down her blind drunk cunt, feeling her inguen group meeting his, he withdrew slowly and slither back in, making her moan with each effort. She held tightly on to him, her titty pushing up firmly against him as he pushed against her down back, keeping her close to the sharpness of the table as he slowly worked his shaft inside of her, feeling her hot breath in his neck as she moaned deeply as he penetrated mystifying inside her. He started to pluck up the tread, stroking faster, settling into a gentle rocking gesture with his rosehip, feeling her puss contracting around his prick as she seemed to groan continuously, holding on to him like he was a life financial backing in the ocean.

He felt her nails dig into his tegument, her breathing becoming planetary and her moan increase in tempo, without warning a scream erupted from her set forth back talk, her legs squeezing him tightly, her nails breaking his pelt as her mean snatch convulsed around his shaft, becoming almost vice-like in its grip and he could feel her juices forced past the blotto fit of her lips around his shaft. It took her respective moments to loosen again, yet her body kept shivering in orgasmic bliss, gasping for breathing time. She finally opened her center and smiled up at him,

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

She giggled,

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

He chuckled,

"That could be it."

Her eyes widened suddenly,

"Oh son of a bitch, 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 think about it. Yeah, I have a safe with me."

She seemed to blush even more,

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

He tilted her head teacher up and kissed her, slowly withdrawing himself from her, making her chill and a diffuse whimper escaped her mouth as he slipped out. He went to his dress and pulled out his wallet, he knew it was cliché to carry a prophylactic in the wallet for that"just in display case"moments, but it did come in W. C. Handy now didn't it. He pulled off the wrap 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 niggling bit yes."

She seemed to redden even more,

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

He chuckled,

"You really should get new ones."

She smiled,

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

He moved over to her, they kissed again, he moved closer, lowering her John L. H. Down onto the table, she rested on her elbows, the dorsum of her header resting against the rampart, he kissed her neck, she moaned again. He kissed down to her breast, sucking one nipple into his mouth, then the other, she arched her back as his tongue played over the hard nub. He had to let in, he really loved her breast, he slowly kissed down her soundbox, tonguing her belly halo and then he went further. Her wooden leg parting for him as he kissed further down her torso, his knife reaching out to taste her wet rim and moving picture over her clit, a moan escaping her sassing as she shuddered in pleasure. He looked up at her as she looked down at him, he started to slowly lick her soft mouth, dipping his natural language into her velvet folds and her eyes closed as moan started to escape her trunk once again.

He loved his char being vocal and Tamsy was being very vocal, her groan and groans telling him more about her joy than any give-and-take would throw told him. He ran his tongue over her clit, making her body shiver and then went on working his tongue into her wet pussy, she seemed to enjoy the oral stimulus and he started wondering who the friends 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 ? Fuck me."

He stood up ; gripping his prick at the base he slid it into her twat, pushing in as soon as her brim slid around his top dog, a loud gasp followed his natural action. He leaned against the table, his resting on the top next to her body, thrusting into her, driving his cock deeper with each jabbing. Her breasts swayed and bounced with each thrusting, she had her chief tilted back, pressed against the paries, moaning with her eyes closed as her kitty quickly lubricated the prophylactic, saturating it as soon his groyne was just as wet as her own with her juice. He kept on thrusting deep into her, moving faster than the first-class honours degree time, their groins slapping loudly together, the kitchen filled with her loud moan, the slapping of their wet groins together and a curious mixed spirit of the rich odor of deep brown and their sex. This time the fast pace of his shaft pistoning in and out of her sloshed confines had his coming rapidly on the rise ; he just tried to give back his impeding orgasm. It felt like he could not obtain 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 teeth and a loud scream burst from her brim as her kitty clamped down on his cock, this suited him just fine as he pushed hard against her, feeling his cock sliding even inscrutable despite the opposition and he released his pent-up orgasm, throwing back his principal as it felt like his cock had just exploded in an regalia of delight. When he finally came down from his orgasmic heights, he found her still shuddering through her orgasm, 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 metre she had opened her eye, he had caught his breath again. He leaned in to buss her, she happily accepted his clapper and wrapped her weapon system around him, it took a long clock time for the kiss to break and he slowly slid his softening turncock from her. She leaned back onto her subdivision, looking at him,

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

He disposed of the condom in her ash-bin 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 brow,

"Oh ?"

She laughed,

"Hey every girl wants a man to stick out up for her OK ? It just made me hot that's the simply 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 ingest to go ?"

He nodded,

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

She sighed and slipped from the board,

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

He grinned,

"You read my psyche ; I do have to grant you that program after all."

She hugged him and looked up at him,

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

He hugged her back,

"I do my best."

She briefly laid her head on his pectus,

"Well it's perfect."

She let him go and after getting dressed, programming her routine onto his telephone, 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 outcast anymore, he now had experienced sex with a girl of a different race. In fact judgement from the girls they have slept with, he just had sex with the hottest one, in fact he felt like the king, he laughed at his thoughts,

"Yeah Dave, you're being silly."

He started the car and drove off .