Chapter 2 Brett When I woke up the next day I was on a mission. I got to my computer, went to iTunes and looked for Gordon Lightfoot. I bought the son... ‘Rainy Day People’ and listened to it 12 times. If Timella really loved that song that much then the song would be my approach for wooing her. I also remembered most of the things she’d told me last night about how terrible most of her relationships had been. She’d gone through enough arrogant, cheating and abusive guys that it almost made me. I get out, leaning on my car and lighting a clove cigar, inhaling deeply as I look up at the stars. I finish it quickly, then grab my camera and put the strap over my head.I can tell which house it is by the blasting music and people mingling outside and in the doorway. I walk in and grab a bottle of Mike's before glancing around, seeing if Thomas is around. I find him in the kitchen, talking to one of the vocalists of the first band that played. I lean against the counter near him, and when he. "I just need you to eat me out." Her eyes twinkled. "Quick. Please," she begged up at me. I'd been dreaming about it all day.I had already taken one look at her in that short red dress with her tits popping out the top, a matching color on her pouty lips, and knew what she wanted from me, and what I wanted to give her.She backed up on her heels, giggling as she slid her thumbs up under her skirt and hooked the band of her thong. I licked my lips as she slid the panties down, wiggling to get. The girl clicked her fingers, sarcastically."Money first."Billy handed over the cash which she stuffed into her coat pocket. Before he could go back to his trousers she'd knelt before him and finished unzipping him. She fished around inside his trousers before finding the, slightly yellow-stained, Y of his Y fronts. She pulled his semi-hard cock out and peeled back the foreskin. There was nothing particularly remarkable about it; but, in Billy's vivid imagination, it put John Holmes to shame..