But I was starting to have real feelings for Stella, because she was exactly what I’d been looking for all of my life. Although she had a sophistic...ted way about her, and carried herself like royalty, she was a country girl at heart, someone who was more comfortable in the kitchen than on the dance floor. Nevertheless, it was on the dance floor that our relationship reached that crossroads that could have wrecked it or deepened it. It was a Friday night, just before the university’s first home. You couldn't go to the bar looking for something. Most nights, the room was filled with men. And not every woman was looking for a one night stand. You just had to get lucky and sit down in the right seat on the right night.Most of the encounters were forgettable. Just a good time between two strangers who were often half-drunk. Typically it was just a one-night thing. Though there were times that it escalated to something more. It never came close to being a relationship, though. More like. . Oh God…” I was starting to babble incoherently. I was wet enough and aroused enough that he was able to slide two fingers deep inside me. He curled his fingers back towards him, massaging the front wall of my uterus, right at my g-spot. “Stephen, you need to stop. You are going to make me cum. I can’t help it, if you don’t stop, I am going to cum.” I was bending my legs, spreading my knees as I balanced myself against the barbell. I was rocking my hips in time with his deep internal massage,. ”Sean nodded as he got off the scale. He mumbled, “I’ll try.”“Salads and healthy food, Sean. No more pizzas and pasta. Learn about nutrition and taking care of yourself.” Amber shimmied and then turned to him. “Is it all right to get dressed now?”Sean nodded numbly.Monday, Kat and Melody visited Sean. Over the five days, Sean had obviously worked further on his apartment. Closets and cabinets were neat and clean. He again dressed nicely, and he’d gotten a haircut – even a style. At the weigh in.