This was a big step for Holly; meeting a stranger here but his pictures and what he wrote in his emails were so hot and she thought she was ready, and...walked down the concrete stairs. Stopping at the door she tried to calm the butterflies in her stomach and warning signs all around her. When she opened the door, she noticed the dimly lit bar only had a few people inside, all men of various ages and stages of intoxication. Just before she had a chance to reconsider her agreement to meet Max. Amy went with me to the front steps with me. She hugged me again, kissing me passionately. "Thank you so much! I've hated keeping secrets from my parents. Now that it is all out in the open, I feel like a big weight has been lifted." I'm just surprised how well they took it."She nodded. "Me too; I never would guess that they'd let me having premarital sex, let alone in a three-way with Bea and you."I considered this. "I think the important thing was being honest with them."She smiled impishly.. “Yeah. A lot,” I said. “Can I draw you?” I asked. “Naked?” “Yes.” She took off her clothes and asked me where I wanted her to pose. I told her to sit on the sofa chair with her legs spread. I sat right in front of her, sketch pad and charcoal in hand, but I was afraid to make a mark on the sketch pad since I had no idea of how to draw her. I was staring at her thick blonde bush. I could detect a faint aroma of her womanhood. I moved in closer to her and put my nose up against her bush. She. The door swung open and John abruptly recoiled. She stood there bare footed, dressed in dark blue leggings and a black strappy top over which she wore an open pink chiffon blouse, her toenails daubed scarlet, flappy feet with long toes that repulsed him. John was a bit weird about feet. He recognised the blonde bob from her photos, and now saw the severe fringe that helped frame her leathery and peculiarly asymmetrical features like someone had grabbed her head and ever so minutely twisted it.