I felt goose bumps all over my body, I looked over and Joseph was leaning against his car, arms crossed, with a smirk on his face just staring at me. ... stopped jumping and just stared back, with my hands on my waist. “Stop staring and come here!” I yelled. He walked over to me and said. “I can tell you’re not wearing a bra, you know.” My face went from cheerful to irritated how fucking dare him! I mean yeah I wasn’t. Every day he calls me to talk about everything from cooking to sex. His Cajun accent fuels many of my masturbation fantasies. On this particular night, I was already turned on, and excited and was about to reach for my toy when the phone rang around midnight.“Hello.”“Hi what are you doing right now?”Oh my God he has such a deep, wonderful voice. I can feel my pussy contract, already becoming wet.“Nothing yet, but I am so fucking horny, and was about to reach for my toy, ‘Peter,’ and make myself. ." Habla Espanol?" Uh..." Parlay-view Fran-case? German? Latin? Swahili?"My brain was slowly spinning down, and I tried to remind myself that I was in love with what's-her-name. I mean, Tami."Uh, I'm Tony." He speaks. That's a start."I knew I was being insulted, but I didn't care. Her voice tasted like honey with just a little tang. God, southern accents were so sexy."You wanted to talk to me?" I'm Robbie. I go to your school." No you don't," I said automatically. If she'd been there I'd. I knew my body, and I knew no man could ever please me the way I wanted. I was patiently waiting for the right one. Maybe it was the alcohol that was getting to me, but the way Caleb was looking at me made me think that maybe, just maybe, he could do me right. Claire drank a shot and I pulled the next card. I got an eight. "Pick a mate Sophie." Caleb's voice was low and husky, I was beginning to get turned on. "I pick you Caleb." he smiled and picked up a shot and we both drank. The game.