Feeling pretty good, I said ok.Laying on the pillow, watching the game, I was getting drowsy, between the sex, beer and a great massage. Just as I was...drifting off, Dave stopped massaging my back, but within a minute, I felt him spread my ass and start rubbing lube up and down my crack. Startled I started to sit up, but he just put a hand in my back and put a knee on each side of my thighs. "Hang on" I said, as he started to rub the head of that huge cock up and down the crack of my. I’ve felt guilty about that ever since.”Giddy, drunken laughter erupts from me. I smack Graham’s shoulder, loving this feeling. His own tipsy laughter rings out, drowning mine.He pays the check, ignoring my protests, and grabs my arm to help me up.“You know,” I tell him, dropping my head back to get a good look at him while we’re this close, “you’re not that bad looking.”He tries not to laugh. “Thanks, Gin. I appreciate that.”“No, really.” My brain and tongue aren’t working properly. Everything. It wasn't actually that difficult; I found him attractive for an older man, and he was smart and witty and a good conversationalist. On one of our 'chance encounters' in the kitchen, I actually found myself giggling behind my hand and flashing my eyes at him, not because I was trying to seduce him, but because I was genuinely flattered and entertained by his attention.On the night of the celebration, the partners had booked out the function area of a local venue that served nice beer and wine. I'm also currently alone. Yep, no boyfriend as the last one got all jerkface and started telling me I couldn't hang with any guys unless he was there. Lotsa luck on that one, jackass. I'll hang out with whomever I wish. Besides, guys are usually more willing to buy drinks for broke-ass college girls than other girls. Duh.I"m also alone in the rooming sense as I have no roommate in the dorm. Mine flunked out in a storm of tears and went back to Happyville, USA where everything could be just.