I gave her a couple calls, but it was going to voice message. Finally, about 7:15, Jess showed up at my door. She looked good as ever in some tight je...ns, a boob-enhancing shirt (cause she really need that…), what can only be described as clubbing shoes, and her hair styled back. She looked much more prepared for dancing than dinner. I was more dressed for dinner than the dancing, with black slacks, a fancy shirt I had just gotten, dressy-but-danceable shoes, and my hair put up. As soon as I. ” He knew it was her voice, but couldn’t imagine why she was calling. “Look,” she sounded quite serious, “I know this sounds a bit strange, but do you think we could talk a little?” “Sure.” He shrugged his shoulders even though she couldn’t see him. “Go ahead.” “I kind of meant, like, over a coffee or something.” This time he caught a few notes of clandestine activity in her voice. “I’d… well, I’d like to talk to you about John. If that’s okay with you?” They arranged to meet at. She just looked away, fingers pushing deeper into her ribs. “I can’t believe the girl I’ve been pining after is a-a slut.” “I’m not!” she shouted back immediately. Anger swelled. “Oh, yeah! Then what is it?” “I…I…I can’t help it.” My anger slackened a bit. “What do you mean I can’t help it?” She remained silent, detached, her eyes focused on a corner of the bathroom. I fast walked to her, snatched her shoulders and shook her to life. My black eyes drilled holes into her hazel ones. “What do. A couple seconds after I turned on the shower I pushed him against the wall and started making out with him. He was soft before, but as I kissed him I felt his erection grow against my stomach; this made me hard. He had a five inch dick, which was smaller then my seven inches, but his dick was a lot wider. I turned around and started to bend down, while letting my nice butt brush against his stomach. I did this untill I reached his nice thick cock. I was in doggy style position and he knew what.