It was perfect.* *Sly Stone wanted me to dance to the music. Men Without Hats wanted me todo the Safety Dance. The Beatles were happy just to dance wi...h me.And here I go again.The dance floor was dark as Darcy led me by the hand onto it. It was agay bar, sure, but that didn't mean I wasn't nervous. It was my firsttime in public. I had on a white dress, and Darcy had on a blue one. Andit was sweet.I felt small, vulnerable, as if my mother would walk into my room andcatch me again. My breasts. .again I just smiled. They turned around to talk to the clerk for a bit and by this time my car was plenty-full with gas so I thought it was a good time to finish-up and go. I put the nozzle back and as I'm putting my gas cap on here they come......walking in my direction and eventually right up to me........here we go. The one-liners started flying........"damn baby that is a sexy-ass skirt"....."shit girl.....them legs is fine.....an dat ass mmmmm mmmmm"......"she got nice titties too. His tight shorts could barely contain the bulge that was growing underneath the wet, stretchy fabric.Jessica noticed his erection and realized she was flashing her hotness once again to that poor polite boy. Yet, she also was very intrigued by this boy’s blossoming cock. And frankly, with Jake gone on assignment for this long, she had been craving a hard dick inside her for weeks now.The rain was still pelting on the windows and thunder was rattling the windows.“You know what Eric, you probably. "Well, yeah, but it was an education in itself, and when you get down to it I've never had such intensive or enjoyable sex before or since. We literally had a ball, we more or less conquered his problem, and we made good use of it. Now, you have to understand, this wasn't a romance, it was get together and screw. We never promised each other anything more than that. I think maybe I had the idea in the back of my head it might turn into something else, but that really wasn't what I was trying to.