The house is two story, has an elevator, and adungeon in the basement along with a large room that is set up like a bar with a stripperpole on a stage...and tables and chairs that canseat around 50 guests.I thought about it for a minute and then asked"So this will be Kathy's first time at one of theclub socials?" Kathy is a way hot redhead thatis very bi and loves sex almost as much as I do.We met them not too long ago at a biker eventand hit it off right away.(See "Rocky MountainRoad Trip". .maybe it was the shape of his face, maybe his gentle features, but maybe it was his deep blue eyes and the contrast to his jet black hair. But, maybe it was all of these. During the rest of the day and into the evening we sat around listening to music and smoking some weed. I went to bed about 10:00 p.m., before the both of them. I must have been pretty tired because I don't remember too much after my head hit the pillow. That is until.... At one point during the night I remember. She liked that.She told me about her apartment on the way. She lived there with her boyfriend who was also a student; although I got the impression he had not taken any final exams yet, much less progressed to post-graduate studies.I enjoyed her company and was almost sad to drop her off outside her front door. "This is so neat," she said. "I don't have to be outside in this dreadful weather and I am home more than half an hour early. Thanks heaps!"I got a peck on the cheek. I was pathetically. Anita releases my wrist and her happy, fluttering fingers that have been teasing my groin so delightfully slide around my back, tiptoe up my spine and, as if she were a hairdresser preparing to trim my hair, starts smoothing and straightening my fringe along the breadth of my shoulders. She half steps away from me, her flesh no longer pressing against mine leaving only a damp residue from where our glowing skin perspired together. I twist and remove the unsealed bottle top, try to ignore the.