I miss you, please come home."Tears in her eyes. Tears in mine. I looked around for June but between my alcoholic daze and the wetness in my eyes I co...ldn't see her. I jumped up and ran for the bathroom. Sat in a stall to hide. Finished my flask. Carla. June. Cramps in my stomach... when did I eat last? I tried to get up — the stall door fell open and I fell, twisted, turned, tried to stand — the sink rushing at me.Quiet. A light? Blackness. Noise, bustle. Sirens? Whispers, hands grabbing me,. I noted that Callie certainly did fill out a pair of jeans well. They were a faded and worn out pair of Levi’s, and I chuckled silently when I realized that they had likely become that way through wearing, not bought in the store like that, so I guess that made them unfashionable. Inside, the house was neat and even though the furnishings had seen better days, it looked nice enough. We passed a photo of a grinning man and Callie, likely taken about ten years ago. Her husband, I assumed, as we. You zipped up my fly in a hurry as I pulled the hem of your skirt to cover all of your wetness. "Excuse us for a moment, gentlemen," I said, I came back to the real world. I got up, and you followed suit. We walked out of the room, towards the restroom. There were two gender-neutral ones in the restaurant, and the entrance lay in a relatively secluded hallway. I thought about what I’d do to you behind the closed door, when your delicate little lace panties are thrown to the side, when. She wasn’t the first woman I’d met online. But the other two experiences had been purely sexual. There was something else with Ivy. She was sweet and funny and beautiful. We had fucked. Then Ivy confessed she might be falling for me. We fucked some more and I realized I might be falling for her, as well.By Saturday morning there was a change to our dynamic. We weren’t just two people attracted to one another having a good time. We knew we were into one another. The sex was still vigorous,.