When the waitress brought out menus, she gave us a smile, then a wink and a nod to me. I looked over at Billy, I could tell something was bothering hi..., and I was pretty sure I knew what it was."Don't worry Billy, I told you I'm paying for the meals on this trip." I don't feel right about you doing that." First of all, I'm helping you, this is the way I can; secondly, I'm bigger than you so you have no choice." I could refuse to eat." That's up to you, but you'd be missing out on some really. "Came to DC from where?" He wanted to be Jet before he had to be Brooks again. "You're not native? I've been here since..." he trailed off. "Lot of years. Grew up in Pennsylvania." Unlike Brooks who had grown up in London, Paris, summered in the French Riviera and skied Aspen and the Alps interchangeably.He knew he was talking rapidly, trying to keep Brooks from encroaching in their time together. Why he was jealous of a person who didn't even exist was beyond him."New Orleans. I'm a ragin'. As we continued to kiss, he undid my bra, and I let it fall to the floor. His skin was hot against my breasts and it make me want him even more. I knew everyone was watching which made me soaking wet, but I was too shy to look. I just kept kissing Matt and enjoyed having his lips on mine, his chest against mine, his hands all over my back and ass.I couldn't take it anymore. I needed his cock and I needed it RIGHT THEN. I reached down and undid the button to his shorts, unzipped them, reached in. Her mind whirled. What was she doing? An online affair was one thing, but to pursue it in real life? All she wanted to do was smother Ellen in kisses, see their clothes fall to the floor, see them fall to the bed locked one to the other. She shook her head to clear it. Her breathing slowed. Time to concentrate, she told herself. You know what you want and what she wanted was Ellen.She walked slowly down the hallway to Ellen's room. Her heart in her throat, she tried the doorknob. It was.