Speaking directly to Summer Rick asks, “Is there a bar around where I can get a real drink?” Summer replies, “Come with me. I’m happy to show...you.” Rick hands me his glass of champagne and walks off to find the bar. I hear music and walk to the ballroom to check out the live band. On the way I finish Ricks champagne. I am starting to feel good. I stand just off the dance floor swaying my hips and really enjoying the music. Several young men ask me to dance, but I turn them down as I am. And then he saw her lying in bed.sleeping or was she just pretending? His heart beating fast, was hers beating as fast? He couldn't believe it. She was here. After all these months of teasing online he was finally going to be with her. He started to get undressed and approached the bed. She wasn't moving and that side of the room was darker so he could not really see her face, her eyes. Were they closed? Opened? Was she watching him? He got excited at the idea that she was probably pretending. She was moaning through her mouth as they kissed as she grabbed his hard butt and squeezed her crotch forward into the bulge in his pants which now felt huge to her. He lifted up her arms breaking her embrace and pushed her backwards against the stable stall wall which was wood with a window of iron bars. He moved towards her purposefully and she sucked in a deep breath wondering what was coming next and hoping it was his cock.He dropped to his knees in front of her and her heating was beating. Now I am completely besotted by her and loving her just came naturally. The stopping over after study became regular and soon I invited her to my study, where we could share quality time without any interruption. It wasn’t simply talking anymore. Sophie was the sweetest girl I had ever known and, perched upon my lap she felt so good and warm, the smell of her perfume, everything was so utterly warming and the early kisses we shared started slowly and gently, like we were gradually becoming.