One friend was Pat, an Italian kid like myself, he was from Grandview. Of my high school guy friends, Pat was the most involved, successfully involved... in the rock and roll music scene. Pat was a talented bass guitar player, he was in popular local bands and he was making money playing music – a lot more than any of us ever made from playing football. In stature, Pat was a good looking guy, handsome, about 5’11, slim, (though his weight fluctuated) and a non smoker. And he was fun to hang out. She hadn’t seen him step away from the party but there was David, bent over a cooler and putting the last of some items inside before shutting the lid. A couple of rowboats were moored on the rocks, likely serving as camouflage for the good booze. “Oh hey,” she said, “I didn’t see you there.”He moved towards her and reached out a hand, offering her a drink. “I didn’t scare you, did I?”“Only a little,” she answered, declining the bottle.“Well, sorry about that. What brings you over here besides. I felt myself growing hard as my eyes traced down her body. I had read there was a mathematically precise ratio of waist to hips in females that increased sexual desirability. This woman had it in spades. I shivered when I realized that she had no belly button. I snapped my eyes up and looked into her face. She was exquisite; high delicate cheek bones, large green eyes that flashed blue, full sensuous lips. My heart started racing. I felt myself flushing. The entire universe became green eyes,. "Come on... suck it. Suck it now!" the blonde heard the man groan. She taunted him a bit longer, never once taking her eyes away from the searing shaft to see who it might belong to. She skinned back the tiny bit of loose flesh just below the glans, and her tongue flicked out, the pointed tip coming into warm contact with the end of his cock. She circled around the smooth rubbery flesh as the strange man moaned and twisted over her from the teasing she was giving him. The tip of her slowly.