Reggae nights on Thursday, back yard parties on Fridays, Clubs on Saturdays and whatever I could find on Sundays. It wasn’t too long before I rememb...red that I was quite shy and not the best at picking up women. Well, to be truthful, I was horrible at it. I would get very nervous, start to stutter and eventually scare any interested woman away. I became depressed again.This was the late 1990’s (yes I’m old, 40 to be exact) and the internet chat scene was just starting to bloom. Not sure if. The shorts would be very short, and short skirts sometimes, and I could almost make out her love mound from the front when it would ride up while she leaned back or sat on a barstool. The sundresses were also quite sexy, hugging her body where the elastic surrounded her breasts and airy low on her hips and stopping about the knee. She was a bitch, but built like nothing I had ever seen, outside of a nudie book that is.As time went on, I started noticing the way she was moving, standing and. ‘He’s dripping a little bit Dave honey’ Becky said. ‘I think he likes it. I wonder if the hair makes it feel better?’ Becky wondered aloud while dabbing with her tongue at the precum on the tip of my cock when it would emerge. ‘Don’t know’ I said fitfully, not wanting to cum and trying to make this last as long as I could. ‘I kind of like the way your cock appears out of all the hair and then disappears again’ Becky said. ‘Boy Dave, I am really one hairy chick, aren’t I? I’ve got more hair. But when I see her beautiful blond hair, her perfect thin body, with an awesomely shaped ass and small but greatly shaped tits (oh, how I would like to suck on those) with her beautiful pale face with green eyes. I see her turning her head backwards...oh, fuck I think she saw that I was drooling at her. She turned her head back and watched only the black-board the remaining of the class. But after class much to my surprise she came to me and asked me to go with her to the bathroom to hold her.