"Who was it about?" Hmm. I forgot" He replied, with a deceptive smile. "I'll never tell..." Ugh, fine." I replied, with the little bit of hope that it...might have been me now gone."Who was your's about?" He asked, sheeply."Haha, yah right. You first!" I replied, winking. Apparently, that did the trick. He laid his hand on my leg- I did not move it, but placed mine on his. He started up my leg, and began to feel my soft dick through my jeans. I mimicked him, eventually turning both of ours into. ”“Really?” I asked. “Cliff sent you?”“Yes,” he answered, this time more confidently.“Shit,” I thought to myself.“My name is Tom,” he said without skipping a beat. He put his hand out to shake mine.“Katie,” I answered, as I hesitantly shook his hand. His hand was moist. I winced.“Yes, I know,” Tom said. “Cliff told me.”Damn, I thought to myself. Cliff did send him. My drink came and I took a big swallow.Tom smiled gawkily and stared. “Want to go up to my room?”“Do I have a choice?” I asked. What the fuck is going on? Normally when Amanda touches me my dick is already harder than a rock. I guess because of the crowd I’m too nervous that it is affecting my dick. I could feel my pulse in my dick trying to get hard but because of the crowd and the circumstances was making it difficult to get a hard on. Granted Amanda and I have had sex in places to where we could get caught but never did. Just the thrill of that did make me hard as a rock. But this was a whole different set of. She stopped. ‘Go on!’ he said. ‘And the rest!’ The man began to take off his jeans, and she could see his erection pushing out his boxer shorts. Slowly she reached behind her and unclasped her bra, catching the cups before they fell forward. As he went to push his jeans further down, his mobile phone rang. She froze in position. ‘Ignore it,’ he said. ‘Let’s see them.’ As she took the cups from her breasts they heard the other man’s phone ring. She was hooking her fingers into her panties when.