The day was bad for both of us, we were dead tired and with some nice food in, together with nice wine, the perfumes and evening started working their...magic. We both started feeling a bit dizzy and started touching each other a bit while talking. For the first time I felt we were on auto pilot mode – things were just happening without any efforts from our side – talking, laughing, touching each other here and there.And again, another abrupt silence before another eruption. We stopped talking. She was in many ways still a stranger to me, and I to her. We were sitting at a table at a fairly ritzy downtown bar on a Friday night. Val noticed I kept staring at the woman behind her, and I was. She had arresting, firecracker red hair. She was dressed in a short skirt and a sparkling silver halter top, and showing a significant amount of cleavage and leg. It was hard not to look, and I was getting a little hard as I talked to Val, imagining bending her over the table and getting under her. Now say “I’m a slut. Please fuck me!”. Playing along, I spit at him in response. That was a mistake as he uses his free hand to slap me so hard that I am dazed for some time.When I come to, he has my panties down around my knees. He must have taken his cock out too because he is rubbing it up and down my slit.“Come on slut. I know you want it. Get wet for me so I can show you what a real fucking feels like,” he says, poking his cock into me a little at a time. I can feel myself becoming soaking. ‘That’s bull and you know it.’ ‘Okay, I didn’t know what to do. I was barely 20 and you were going too fast for me. But I really didn’t want you to go.’ Cameron took another shot of whiskey. ‘My turn. Why did you message me last year instead of so many others?’ ‘You were the only one on at the moment, and that is the honest truth.’ Naomi took her own shot of whiskey, her head started to feel like it wanted to implode. ‘I guess it’s my turn to ask a question…Are you happy?’ Another moment of.