By eleven everybody was antsy because the stripper was a no show so Jim said, "Let's take the party to the Kit Kat Klub" which was a topless joint on ...he other side of town. I was all for going home myself, but I had promised to ride herd on Rob and keep him from getting in too much trouble so I found myself going along with the rest of them.I have no idea how we managed to get tables right up front that late at night, but we did and it probably wasn't a good thing for Rob. Karen, the bride to. In one of those quirky moments that help to make life even more worthwhile, our morning had turned from a tender moment of lovemaking into a sweat-filled fuck session, but there were no complaints from Kayla or me.We were lying side by side recuperating from our aerobic wake-up when the telephone rang. Kayla picked it up, but it was for me. I took the phone from her."Yo," I said in my very best Rocky voice."Yo yourself," said Spencer. "Time to rise and shine, Soccer Boy. Breakfast with the team. It was a typical frat party – a lot of testosterone driven young men, scantily dressed young women, too much booze, not enough light; and loud music, which made talking impossible. The air had the lingering hint of a sickly sweet smell of marihuana being smoked somewhere nearby. There were people dancing off to one side. It was difficult to tell who was part of a couple and who wasn’t. People were just dancing, and looking around within a press of bodies. There were guys drinking massive. “That would be lovely,” you respond and I make you toast and tea. We chat over breakfast and then you go off to get dressed. A few minutes later I hear my phone ringing and I head to get it from my room. I stop in my tracks when I notice your door open. I look in and see your near-naked back, my nipples hardening immediately. I continue watching as you button up your jeans, seemingly oblivious that you are half naked and I am watching. I quietly make my way into the room, going up behind you.