I didn't know Eddie well, and I had never met Nora until that night. She seemed to be a nice girl. She looked pretty hot, too. Long black hair, short,...little black dress and thode black come fuck me boots. You know the type. I was upstairs in the bathroom when the dare was made and everyone else was partying in the finished basement. When I came downstairs and saw that a circle of people had formed, I wanted to know what was going on. This Nora woman was on her hands and knees with half her. “Enough, enough,” I said, between hard breaths. “Oh, God, enough. Wow.”She released me.I curled up. I felt tears coming on.She moved up, and I wrapped her in my arms and kissed her with such love and gratitude that she looked surprised. She kept a hand there between my legs to keep stimulating me. My body kept squirming in delight as I looked into her eyes.“You’re so good at this,” I said.She laughed that off and kissed me, but I worried that she’d expect me to perform the same magic on her as. "I'm going crazy at dawn and selling tickets! Come join the party. It will sure be a lot easier than what I am doing now! "Soon one of her male friend's responded. "Oh honey, nothing is as bad as that, besides you can't go crazy, you're already there." Smart-ass, you take all the fun out of my pity party!”"Not really, I’m just an educated ass!" He then asked, what was troubling her. She told him the short version of her dilemma and then reached for the tissues. She also told him, that she hated. I began browsing who was on, when a private message popped up.MrSir: Hey Emmalee, care to chat?Emmalee: Sure. How are you?MrSir: Great. But more importantly, how are you this evening?I paused. This guy wasn't like the others. He was polite.Emmalee: Good, but tired. Just got off work.MrSir: That's good. Just curious, where do you work?Emmalee: Benny's. It's a lounge down the street.MrSir: I've been there. What's your name?Emmalee: Emma. It's short for Emmalee.. You can call me Em if you'd like.