At first she didn't speak, so I took the initiative."Can I get you a drink?" I asked, staring deep into her brown eyes.I could see that she was pretty...well along in her alcohol induced stupor, but she still seemed coherent."I'd love one. A double shot of tequila please," she told the bartender. "But you know who would REALLY love a drink? Melissa over there. It's her birthday," the redhead said, motioning lazily in the direction of Melissa."Well, that can be arranged. How old is she?" I asked. "Then you'll start to get used to it. Come on, get those trousersoff!" Blushing a little, I removed my trousers and fastened the kiltaround my waist. It really felt like a skirt and I couldn't help butthink of the girl in the train. As I did not yet have a sporran, myerection was evident. I saw that she noticed and stammered anexplanation, "It feels like I'm wearing a skirt." "Nonsense," shereplied. "The kilt is a very manly garment."She thought for a moment or two. "I know what we'll do," she. " Good heavens, you're pulling my leg. That can't be true! You knew just what to do and how to do it. How could this ever be your first time?" Well, it was. I've seen an awful lot of porn flicks. I guess that helped me. But I never actually did it with anybody before." But you dated, still do in fact." Yeah, but it just never went as far as fucking. Not nearly that far. I just chickened out, I guess, hormones or no hormones. Until you. God, I love you, Sue Ellen." And I told you, I've loved you. . I was scum, and I hated myself for it.The next morning, I woke up with an erection. Cursing myself, I resisted the urge to jerk off - I knew that if I did, I’d just end up thinking about Ellora again. That wasn’t fair to her - she was a person, not just someone for me to fantasize about. She was more than just a naked body for me to cum across.When I got to breakfast that morning, Ellora was already sitting at the table. She was nude, of course, those perfect breasts staring straight at me..