Then he stroked my blonde, slightly wavy Marilyn hair, which sort of took me by surprise, but when I looked into his eyes any anxiety I had melted awa.... ?But I suppose it means you like to have fun? he suggested staring deeply back at me. ?Yeah, I like fun?? was all I managed to reply.We were outside my apartment now and I found myself not wanting to say goodbye to Mark. ?So? would you like my number?? I suggested, flashing him my wickedest Marilyn grin. ?Hmmm?? he playfully hesitated, until we. I just wish Ty wasn't such an independent asshole," said the blonde.They had said a name that set me off: "Ty". It could be short for "Tyrone", a friend of mine. It had to be the same guy; the name was just too unique and the bar was the same.I had met Tyrone several months ago in just this same place. We had become fairly good friends in a very short time. Tyrone is one of those people that just plain has his shit together. He never brags, just does things to please himself and always does. Then I noticed a single tear run down her cheek and fall down to her chest. She suddenly sat up, turned over and threw herself into me with a big kiss as the tears began to flow. I guess she liked my answers to her question because they were all true. She flew her arms around my neck as she kissed me deeply and passionately. She flattened her breasts into my chest as she slipped her knees between my legs. I could feel her pubic hair grind into my stomach as she pressed forward. My hands. Soon, he was plunging two fingers deep into her cunt, making her moan, as she arched her hips to give him deeper access. Slowly the intensity in her belly increased, as did her moans. She was getting very, very close to coming, as he scratched at her G-spot while swirling his thumb against her swollen clit. “Oh God! I’m going to cum.” She panted. He immediately stopped. “NO! Only with my permission, Karen.” He said, his fingers stock still, still buried in her molten cunt, his thumb no longer.