I say conversation, but it’s about as much a conversation as you can have with 5 other men trying to get a word in edgewise. She continues her flirt...ng with each of the men, taking her time to make sure they notice. I get up from my table and head to the restroom. I see her get up from the bar and head in the same direction. We meet each other at the entrance to the restrooms. I give her a glancing look and harmful smile. She gives me a little wink and we part our ways. No way I am going to. She was even more surprised when a young, good-looking man entered the room and went over to a hole. After taking some money he knelt down. For a moment Natalie saw some man’s cock protruding through the hole; then it disappeared as the young man sank his mouth over the waiting shaft. Such unexpected scenes were having their effect on Natalie. She felt intense sexual excitement, already badly needing a release; it was almost an animalistic thing. She glanced back at the door to make sure. We took turns going to see the other. She was black and had an ass to prove it. The stereotypes were true in her case but she had a very strange personality: quirky, jaded, stark and bold. She was an awesome girl. She liked to call me “big daddy,” after we saw Django together just to mess with my head a little. The sex was alright. There was something missing from the usual grind we had. Maybe it was the distance or maybe it was that we just didn’t have it between us to have good sex. But all. "So do you want to hang out somewhere this weekend?" I blurted out. Did I just say that? Did I in essentially ask a completely beautiful girl to spend time with me?"I practice at Parson Park Saturday mornings," Emily said. "You can come if you want." Sure," I said excitedly. "When?" 8 o'clock."I gulped. Eight! Early!"I'll be there. Is it okay if I bring my racquet?" Sure!" she said happily.I had to find my racquet.Mom said on the way home, "I'm glad you two are friends again."I was too. I was.