I peered through the slats of the bedroom mini blind window, but Cherri was gone. I was now horny as hell. I laid down on my bed with Cherri’s half...naked image stuck in my head. I started stroking myself very slowly. My mind wandered to Cherri’s short black dress riding up her ass from the other day as I continued slowly stroking myself. I continued this for a couple more minutes when suddenly the doorbell rang. I quickly grabbed my bathrobe again still sporting a hard on. I went downstairs. All I can muster is. "Nuh nuh no! I'mfine. Everything is fine. Thank you." It sound like your having some trouble. Let me see."His hand slowly grabs the curtain to pull it aside. Why are there nolocks or a latch or something? I freeze in fear, unable to say anything.He stares at me for a long moment looking me up and down. A devioussmirk creeps across his face. My face turns red as I grab my shirtholding it in front of me it a pathetic attempt to hide my bulgingerection. "Yeah, you'll do," he. I was happy when the evening was over and we could go home. After an evening of drinking with everyone else, we retreated upstairs to bed.He laid back on my bed, marveling on how soft the four inches of memory foam mattress pad was. He closed his eyes and sighed.I allowed my eyes to wander down my beloved's body, drinking in every detail. His thick, dishwater blonde hair was shoulder length, slightly wavy and layered. His alabaster white skin was silky smooth, flawless, and absolutely. Even though Fred’s not into sport like the other guys, they all like to drink together, letting Fred’s inner party animal come out to play. “So what are we gonna do then?” Samantha says in a cocky voice as she re-fills her cup with an alcohol-heavy mix. “Let’s play a game,” says Corey with a grin. “What, like spin the bottle?” Fred says eagerly. Samantha glares at Fred. “Not spin the bottle,” she says harshly, a protective arm going around Lucy. “How about Truth or Dare?” asks Corey. Samantha.