One time, walking down the halls of our school, some random person just yelled out to us, “You two should fuck!” And yet, we never did. We never ...ated, we never kissed, we never held hands. We just had a special bond. Truthfully, I never understood it, either. She was what I'd call a “dime.” She stood at about 5'5”, had long golden hair that fell to the middle of her back, bright blue eyes that not even the clearest Caribbean waters could compare to, perky 36 B breasts, and an ass you could. Renaud had established a rule when we met alone - I was to be naked – so as soon as we entered the bar from the landing, I stripped without being told to. Once naked, he laid me down on the covered bench at the side of the room and went to work on me with his mouth. His skills were undiminished by our separation and it wasn’t long before he made me cum.He looked up into my face and asked “Are you ready to give me your ass?” My mind was a confusion of emotions again; being so intimate with him. I was living from hand to mouth, never quite sure where the next fiver was going to come from. The prospect of another pay cheque and a beer sounded pretty good to me. It was while Marcus was up at the bar getting the beers that I first noticed Zara. There were at least half a dozen other women in the bar that afternoon, but there was something about Zara that made her stand out. And yet, if you had asked me half an hour after I left the bar what colour Zara’s hair was, I couldn’t have told. If Samantha saw a guy she liked, it was OK with him as long as he could watch. Their favourite couples club in town would allow single guys in the club only on Fridays. Samantha husband (Mike.) could always judge her mood by which night she wanted to go to the club. Saturday meant Samantha wanted socialising and sex with friends. Friday meant Samantha wanted a younger stiff knob between her thick legs. Saturday was great because Mike got to have sex another woman but Friday was usually hotter.