Nobody had ever made me feel like this. When he kissed me I fell apart, my emotions shredded by the touch of his lips and fingers. I lay on my bed, th...nking about the way it took only the lightest brush of his lips across mine for me lose my senses. The experience had left me feeling as horny as hell, and I closed my eyes, imaging his fingers stroking my neck and his tongue slipping its way through my lips. I felt his hands outside my shirt rubbing my breasts and setting my nipples on fire. My. I knew people could see but I didnt care.I was loving it. And I knew all the guys there wanted me. I had slept with 4 or 5 of the guys in the bar alreadyDefinitely 4, but I was so drunk with Mike I couldnt remember if we done the deed..I think his name was Mike anyway.Whatever. He was cute so I would probably shag him sometime anyway.I hadnt seen Sam in a while.I didnt know if he was in the loo,or had gone without saying goodbye.If he had gone,he wasnt getting anal later.No way.Well,maybe.Then. She shied a bit. And then I told her that I came over to her place with certain intentions. She asked me if I wanted “friendship”? I don’t even know what that meant. She didn’t romantic buddy, though. That’s for sure. I said that I am interested in something more intimate. Maybe I got too carried away in the whole thing but I don’t why I thought that it would work. She is, after all, an Indian Woman. She declined. I sort of begged her to but no, there was nothing from her end. And then, she got. There's no deflecting this one. If I say yes, whatever happens next is at least 51% my fault. Is that something I'm ready to live with? Do I want this? She looked at Rich, his magnificent hard-on and finely sculpted rock climber's physique reminding her of a painting, something she might have seen back in school during her art classes, an image of the warrior ready for battle. And she didn't know whether she'd be his opponent or his lover. Maybe she'd be both. There was--only one way to find.