My shorts tightened, I lost my breath, and all I could sense was the smell of your shampoo and body spray, the feel of your body against mine, and the...need to be wherever you were at that exact moment. When you suggested that we go for a walk, I looked you up and down. With your curly dark hair past your shoulders, your skin tanned from the Florida spring sun, your jean shorts hugging your ample hips, and your bikini top struggling to cover your heaving, c-cup breasts, my eighteen-year-old. "Oh, over here." pointing to the closet. She opened up the door and he walked in, slighting brushing against her breast."Oh, sorry!" he said, almost stunned that, that happened."hahahah, its really okay" she giggled.After he finished moving the boxes, she offered him a cold beer. They sat on the love seat, since it was the only place to sit that didn't have clutter. He watched her press her lips slowly to the bottle. He lips were so plump, and allowed the cold beer to flow so effortlessly into. I admired the tattoos that covered her thick, furry forearms. She had several other customers and tables to serve so she had no time to stay and chat. I didn't get the impression she wanted to so I just sipped my drink and turned my attention to the band which was now playing a reved up version of Respect. At certain moments the singer was virtually humping her guitar to the delight of her admirers and the annoyance of her girlfriend. Love can be cruel sometimes, I thought. I didn't remain. It was a little dark in the place, but he thought she was blushing. "Because I'm only 19 and I don't have any fake IDs," she admitted."But you're drinking beer here," he pointed out.She shrugged. "You bought it, they checked your ID, but not mine. I'm drinking on your say-so, but a bar with a guy at the door checking IDs would never let me in."Matt was startled, to say the least. "But you're a Skyline City Ale Girl."Dianna laughed. "The promotion company just wants to make sure the girls are.