I slowly tried to slide in my dick in her asshole. But it was tight.We went to the bathroom and applied shampoo and slid it through her asshole. It wa... really painful for her but she didn’t want me to stop. Her crying changed to moaning. Then I increased my pace and started ramming her ass. She was screaming at the top of her voice.I was being turned on by her voice over and over. She was really a bitch. I pulled my dick out and took her boobs in my mouth and started licking it while licking I. "I waited for you to walk by," she admitted."You did?" I said incredulously."Yeah, I wanted to meet you."That was way cool.It was a delightful blissful conversation made more so because I was in the presence of a beautiful girl. I tried to keep my eyes up instead of straying into her cleavage. It was often a losing battle. If she noticed or cared, Melissa didn't say anything.I lost track of time. I was enamored."I like you," she said. She placed her hand on mine."I like you, too." I covered her. In your mind, you wonder how anyone like him could possibly be shy about approaching a woman. Immediately, you feel a bond with him. You feel as if your lives are intertwined in some preordained destiny. Minutes slip into hours and the bar is closing, but you aren’t ready to lose your new-found friend. Standing outside the bar, saying your goodnights and farewells, he leans into you for a hug and you feel a tremble as his beard drags over your shoulder. He looks into your eyes and very slowly. She grinned, and led me into her living room. Five other people were there, friends of Lisa's. Her best friend Chrissy wasn't too bad, but the rest of them I didn't like much--one of them was Craig Jannick, the asshole that had broken my wrist."Hey, Brendan," Chrissy said as Lisa went to find her dad. "How's Stanford." Great. I love it out there."Lisa came back out, her Dad in tow. "Brendan! Good to see you," he said, taking my hand and shaking it. Mr. Waslewski was well-known in town, and was.