She described feeling like a stripper, and felt both fear and excitement as she continued to parade and turn exposing herself to 6 guys from her work ...nd a room full of strangers ... some of them black. Turns out they did not want her to change into other outfits for fear she might cover up so they talked her into wearing that outfit serving drinks behind the bar as a guest bartender for the next 2 hours. Working the bar was just as revealing. Behind the bar there were also lights that shined. . . she had been so good to me . . . “Lance, what is it?” I heard. “N-Nothing,” I stammered, snapping myself back, sensing that both my thrusting and even my cock had been flagging. At least it was now giving me some more fuck time with this redhead though as I began to rebuild towards climaxing. Just fuck who you’re with, I thought, re-establishing my rhythm into this delightful female who had given herself to me for my first fuck again. Kissing her once more, I bore into this redhead. I did find out later though, that she had been seeing someone else on the side, and he eventually got her pregnant and then left her. I didn’t wish any harm on her, but I did feel a small sense of satisfaction when I heard the news. I went home to an empty house, and as I thought of the time I spent with Kelly as well as the love I thought we shared, I felt the sting of tears in my eyes as they began to roll down my face. However, when I remembered the letter she left, as well as all the. “If you're sure...”The door shut before I answered.I leaned my head back. Flicked through my contacts. There was plenty of guys at my college. Which one was it? Was it a teacher? Who had he been? Did I want to find him?My thoughts came back to Chris. What to do about him? He was a nice enough lay. He could eat pussy. But I didn't feel like he owned me. I tapped my screen and opened up the texting app. I typed out a quick message: “We should break up.”Hit send.I felt nothing when his reply came.