“You have a lovely voice.” His voice was rough as sleep threatened to take him.She laughed. “Thanks.”He shrugged. “I’ve no voice of my ow.... I make a smoker sound lovely.”“Who’d have thought you had such a sense of humor. You always seemed so… somber.”He shrugged. “My job isn’t that exciting. No need for humor.”“I think lack of excitement is where humor is needed most.” She drove past the coffee shop. “Damn, they closed early.” She sighed and continued to drive.“… Where are we going?”She looked. I open my eyes and there he is his broad shoulders and muscular arms just waiting to wrap me up, I look into his crystal blue/gray eyes (he is about 5'9" maybe 180lbs, muscular and abs showing but not over the top abs) and just melt knowing I want this more then ever. Without saying a word he wraps me in a hug and gives me a gentle yet passionate kiss and my panties are soaked, I want him to take me right there in the doorway. He releases me and says hello, we close the door and now the fun is. I hear him say “fuck ya'll, Dillon dont own this fuckin place. I need to piss. He pushes past the “guards” and see's what's going on. “What's up Dillon ?? Having fun there wit ya lil b*o”? I snap, and like a wild man, turn around, doubling up my softball sized fist, and bust him in the side of the head. A small crowd had reemerged inside the house, and calls of ohhh, ahhh, and oh fuck ring out. Mark Simmons, who was on the team with me back at HS, takes a fall backwards, hitting one of the. She coyly arched an eyebrow at me as if I’d been naughty, and I laughed softly. “Yeah, I know. Sorry, but you know me – and it’s not like you didn’t expect it.” “Mmm, no, I know. I’m not complaining.” She licked her fingers, tasting my small offering. “Is Cabernet a good pairing with cum?” I laughed again. “It’s a Merlot, but I guess you’re in the best position to answer that question. Oh, and just so you know, if it is, and you keep fondling me, we’re going to need another bottle... soon.” It.