Oh yes, this was going to be good—or, if I blew it, the worst night of my life. But I was betting on a positive turn of events.We’d eaten and laug...ed and had a good time and drank a couple of glasses of vino; but now was the moment of truth. This had to go right or I would kill myself!“Cherry, I’ve known you, for what, maybe two hours now. And you’ve known Pen, in real terms, for but a few weeks. But I have a question I just have to ask you?” I said. She gave me a look, decided I was probably. Slowly walking up the cellar stairs into my kitchen, realized the storm was still howling outside.Knocking was persistent, afraid to turn the house lights on; I entered the den, to see who is there on the security monitor, but no light outside. Flipping the switch for the outside light nothing happens. Geeeez I forgot the lights went out and thought what next. Slowly I worked myself to the front door, pulling the curtains back seen a person stumbling against my door."Bitch, fucking bitch" I. I nearly fell on my ass when she walked in and I saw the outfit she was wearing! Light blue sports bra, and short shorts to match. The stretchy cotton-like material molded to her so well, that it looked like she was wearing a second layer of skin. She looked sexy as hell!!As she smiled her hello and made her way across the room, I couldn't find one reason why she wanted or even needed to workout. She was in outstanding shape! I'm guessing five foot five, and maybe a hundred and ten pounds. Her. They did they that they had groped her tits from time to time. It was just a party thing. Sometimes the women would flirt and grab the guy's package also.I never thought much about it till I started getting serious about Lynn. I didn't want to hear about other guys feeling her up or trying to get in her pants. My outlook just began to change. I wasn't able to handle it well.I was getting serious about Lynn and it was at the Valentine's Day party that I was going to ask her if she wanted to be.