We were now on our way to building up points.As she leaned over to kiss my cock, I shivered. I pulled on her athletic shirt, pulling it up, to the poi...t where she had no choice but to allow me to pull it over her head and off from her. She was braless and her tits were perfect. I pushed her back on the couch and stood up in front of her, peering down at her, my swollen cock arching upwards, right at eye level to where she sat on my couch. I leaned down and slipped a finger into the elastic. Cass took my hand and started leading me through the crush of bodies towards the dance floor. I’m a terrible dancer but I discovered a long time ago that if I never took myself too seriously and just mucked around I could still have fun. A couple of hours and several drinks later I was feeling pretty buzzed, we were laughing at my kooky dance moves when all of a sudden she stopped and was looking over my shoulder.I heard her say “Oh shit he’s here.”Glancing backwards I could see through the. He was exotic, strange, there was an element of taboo that she was still wrestling with. But more than simple attraction, she wanted to take their relationship to a physical level, and there was nothing preventing that now.She walked into the pink glow of a neon sign outside of a nightclub, its light reflected off the walkway, the thumping music bleeding into the street. As she dodged around a gaggle of Asari who were making their way out, she wondered again about what her parents would say,. Some of my friends preferred older men to the usual selection of immature college guys and I can't say I blamed them.As for me, I had dated some men on and off, but I never made any commitments. I was just along for the ride.But I also had another agenda.When I found out that we were going to New Orleans, I decided to make amends between Robert and me. He was still at Tulane and it would be easy to arrange something. I felt bad about the last time I saw him. The next few holidays and.