I really was secretly hoping to find the woman again. I knew it was hopeless. But I had to try.I walked in, saw a stool open and a woman in the next s...at. I asked if the seat was taken and she said no. I sat down and gave a friendly smile and ordered a drink. After a couple of glances, I start talking with her. She's blond, short hair, wearing a little black dress. She's not hot, but she's not ugly. Not a BBW. But has more weight than she should. A solid 6 or 7. Totally fine with me.I stare. "Uh..." Fred said, trying to think."You came in Carla five times and four in Jessica," Brenda offered her mate."No way," Fred said aloud."What did she say?" both women wanted to know."Well..."Carla grabbed Fred's shoulder. "How many, Brenda?"Brenda told her."Shit, Baby. You came nine times last night and this morning." No way," Fred repeated as he backed up, then turned onto the street a moment later after checking for traffic, stalling as he tried to remember. Fuck, some of those orgasms were. She prompted as best she could, "But, there are a lot of women--" Sara, be honest, would you date me?" Well, I, uh--" Of course not, but I find you very attractive." She did like to hear that, even from average guys, as long as she could shake them off easily. Still, now she was getting uncomfortable.He saw here confusion still there so he turned and pointed to his left. "You see that waitress over there?" Um hmm." I think her legs are almost as nice as yours, and I really," his voice dropped. I can't help it." Jason, no. You don't really mean that. I mean we're both boys and boysshouldn't kiss other boys." I do mean it, Dani. I really do." And with that he moved in and kissedme again. This time with more intensity than the first kiss. And histongue pressed against my lips struggling to part them so he couldexplore further into my mouth. "I don't even think of you as a boy. Imean just look at yourself. You're way too pretty and cute to be a boy.And besides, you don't act or dress.