"I was wasn't I?" Yeah, you was," I added, joining her in the laughter.We had some more beer and wine, and then thinking I'd never find her more recep...ive to the question I wanted to ask, put the question to her."Jenna, don't fuck me over..." I'm not fucking you over!" Yeah, you are. You told me earlier about your fantasy; said you dreamed of being raped." I do!" Maybe so, but that's not really your secret fantasy, is it?" How ... how do you ... I mean, what makes you say that?" The rape thing. The rest of the night we talked about everything from fashion, tomakeup, and to sex. The topic of anal sex came up and Jessica said thatshe had tried it twice and she didn't mind it but didn't love it as well. I told her that I did want to try it and that I have had fantasied aboutit. She asked me if I have tried a dildo before and I told her no, andshe suggested that I should probably try that before having Wayne try tofuck me, she told me that I would need to use a lot of lube and that. We went out into the bar and Sally Anne ordered two large G &T's. We took our drinks and went over to the window and sat downand as we sat I saw that both of us were showing a bit ofstocking top. What the hell I thought and sat sipping the drink.There were a few people in the pub and we certainly got a goodfew glances and for that matter a few good stares. There werea couple of guys who turned their stools around so they couldlook at us. Sally Anne suddenly moved and crossed her legs andI. We drive off. I tell him how grateful I am that he came by. While we drive along, I can see him looking at me when he thinks I don’t notice. He keeps glancing over, and I can tell he’s scoping out at my firm breasts. I keep waiting for him to make a move, but no, he’s a gentleman. Doesn’t say a word.I’m scoping him out too. The car is just crackling with sexual tension. I can’t keep from looking at his crotch, wondering what he keeps inside those faded blue jeans.I’m still waiting for him to.