Greg paid the man and they carried the drinks to a small table at the end of the club. As they slid into the booth, they sat with eyes locked onto eac... other and touched their glasses. Greg wrapped his wrist around hers, linking their arms, and together they sipped their drinks, never breaking eye contact.The alcohol did nothing for her, passing through her mouth and throat like water, but she enjoyed the taste and the effect it had on others. She leaned forward and kissed him again, probing. ‘No, I’ll have something stronger. The beer just won’t cut it tonight!’ you shout back. ‘Boyfriend not turned up?’ he asks, trying to make small talk with you. You sigh again, ‘What boyfriend, he was supposed to be here a half hour ago. I guess he’s no longer my boyfriend,’ you muse as you pass him your empty glass, grazing his fingers as you do so. ‘Well, he’s an ass if you ask me Miss, I’d never stand you up,’ he replies whilst trying to gage your reaction. ‘Can I take that drink now please?’. Mary had to lead her friend, and as Sue stumbled they both fell to the floor. There were still a lot of people in the street and Mary realised that they were both exposed as they struggled to get up, but somehow she did not care. She was proud of her tattoo, and if anyone had a problem with that, tough!The journey home was uneventful, and they managed to get into the house without the neighbours seeing them. It had been a long day, and they were both exhausted.Mary put Sue into the shower, and. “Don’t worry, it’s actually much calmer a few feet deeper, and I can help you float,” I assured her. “You do know how to float, right?”“Somewhat—” she started to answer, but then a big wave passed over us, and Kitty launched herself over me in a frantic attempt to stay above water. Feeling her breasts on the back of my neck and her toned legs around my torso would have made me much happier if I weren’t in the middle of swallowing a mouthful of salt water.Luckily, I touched the ground and was.