If this is too weird, don’t text back, I understand. Kay.” “What the fuck?” Escapes from your mouth, this can’t possibly be happening. ...as it the girl you were wishing for? Was it the one that you had all, but given up on? You sit there, starring at your phone, unsure what to say. This was the easy way out, texting, yet it was difficult to know what to say. Curiosity led you. “Why did you want my number?” You sent, and waited, that dreaded time between texts when you have no idea. She grabbed my ass and pulled me closer to her. “Well?” She asked. Playing dumb, I asked, “Well what?” Knowing quite well she wanted me to slide my hard-on into her. She rolled her hips back, almost presenting her warm pussy to me. I reached through her legs, grabbed my cock, squatted down a little and penetrated those warm, inviting lips yet again. There’s something about the shower, maybe it’s the hot water that makes an erection stronger. The shower makes you. Tom smirked wryly. “Yeah of course, I’ll see you in a bit mate!” And with that I led him towards the hallway where he stopped me before we got to the stairs. “We’re not actually going to the bathroom, are we?” he asked. I gave a wink and began laughing. I held his hand and led the way up the stairs. I had completely forgotten where I was going, the upstairs bedrooms were split across two floors, two on the second floor and three on the third. I bypassed the first two rooms and carried on up the. “Um....,” was all I could say. “If you really didn’t like the idea you would have left or punched me out by now,” he said. “So I guess you do want me to do it.” He looked at me steadily now, but I couldn’t quite work up an answer. At first I asked myself, “What, do I radiate gayness or something? This is the second time some guy’s come on to me in a bar.” My dick, however, was making my mind up for me. I was already half-hard and getting harder by the second. “Well, Dave,” I said. “I’ll.