Until Wayne made the connection.Wayne had discovered alt.sex.stories one day while surfing the net, and showed some of the stories to me. Some of them...were pretty bizarre, but there was one author that I liked. In fact, more than once I found myself quietly printing out a copy of one of her stories, and heading off to the men's room to read through a favorite passage one-handed. I suspect Wayne was doing the same. Hell, how could any man not be lit up by those stories? It became almost a daily. I enquired whether I could ask him a personal question, at first he began to hesitate, then he told me to ask, but there was no guarantee that he would answer. That was good enough, so I asked whether Mike found me sexy, and if so what made me sexy. He really became uncomfortable with this question, and began to mutter that I was beautiful in all aspects, and that I had a very vibrant and daring personality.With this put behind us I asked whether my costume was also very daring. Naturally. While his gaze was distracted I took the opportunity to soak in his beauty. Jessie and I look a little similar, we both have brown hair and brownies eyes, but that’s where the similarities end. I’m in pretty decent shape, but his body fucking rocks. I don’t know what he did before college to make it so awesome, but it worked (I’ve seen him changing before). He’s also blessed with no torso hair past a naturally trimmed happy trail. Don’t get me wrong, I love my own chest and belly fur, but. God, he was handsome! I felta familiar stirring in my panties as he gently shook my hand while Bethtook care of all of the introductions. She told me to slide in next toher, which I did, with Greg taking the spot on the other side of me.He was quite the gentleman, polite and respectful, but at first he was alittle nervous and seemed a bit distant. I made it a point to touch hisarm as we talked, hoping the contact would help him relax. I don't knowif it was the drinks or the company, but he did.