"Excuse me," a hesitant voice sounded beside him. Denise spun,startled, and found herself staring up at a young man. "Can I buyyou a drink or someth...ng?"Denise started to get angry, then she recognized something.Something she'd done before as a guy. Hesitantly approaching agood-looking girl, nervous as hell, fearful of rejection, but stillwanting to ask her to dance or something. And now, she was thatgirl. "No thank you," she finally said calmly.Brenda came back to the table after a bit,. She turned around and dropped to her knees. After unzipping my jeans, she pulled out my cock and began to work on it with her hands. "You gonna get hard for me, baby?" She asked me."You know I am." I replied.As my cock began to harden, she wrapped her lips around it and began to slide her head up and down my cock, pumping it with her closed fist at the same time. I tilted my head back to the sheer pleasure of it. It wasn't long before she began to spit on my glans and pump on it some more. She. It's not that she didn't have anyone to talk to, it's just she didn't really strike up a conversation too much herself, and only her friends, who don't go to the same school as her anymore, strike up a conversation with her. Veronica was, in the public's eye, just too ordinary. She was smart, smarter than plenty of people, but that was her only extraordinary feature. She always kept her red hair shoulder length and the bangs out of her eyes with a white headband. She never dressed. That seemed strange to me but then got up and said she was going to the toilet, whilst she was gone I noticed her phone was left on the sofa I picked it up and scrolled to see the messages I was shocked to see tha t the messages we're from a number I didn't recognise and the content was about her on the doggy position and taking the cock right up her pussy. I now saw her in a different light I heard the bathroom door open quickly I put her phone back on her sofa she sat and quickly picked up.