But he didn’t, he pulled away as if nothing had happened and turned towards his urinal. He cleared his throat like he was going to spit but didn’t... I heard him grunt and groan, forcing his piss past whatever valve we have inside of us and then I heard his piss hit the porcelain and knew this was over. He stood there ignoring me as if I was nothing more than some tree or fence post that he shot his cum on.Just like the recordings I had been listening too, no emotion, no love, just raw lust. She was tall, around five nine, and when she wore her five inch heels she could look me in the eye. Not model thin, but not thick either, the perfect size. Her chest was full but didn't sag, and she possessed the largest green eyes I'd ever gazed into. Honey blonde hair cascaded in loose curls down her back, stopping just above an ass that no skin tight jeans could ever do justice to.When the dance was over she refused to let go of my hand, pulling me over to her table. I met her friends but to. His fingers dragged against the top of my breasts, his nails pulling roughly across my soft tender skin sending a small shiver of pain through my nervous system. His hand clasped tightly once he felt my nipple and he firmly grabbed a handful of my soft breast and squished it between his fingers and palm harder than he’d ever grabbed my before. His hands felt rough, cold to the touch, dry and callous, the only softness coming from a small amount of his precum that was stuck to his finger tips. It was something I'm used to though. Drinking myself away when I couldn't find a date on a Friday night, not even a quick suck and fuck with the local bar flies despite the fact that it was my 20th birthday today, like all other birthdays...It was not like I'm completely repulsive. I had to say that I am a pretty decent, average guy. Brown hair. Green eyes. In a good enough shape to pass off as an average Joe. Dressed in as casual as a guy should, but only because I can't afford anything.