The butterflies in my stomach made me feel sick, I didn’t know what to say and just smiled as he offered me his arm. I slid my arm through his mumbl...ng a thank you. To my embarrassment I stumbled, but he caught me. Putting his arm around my shoulders.“You are a very attractive woman Wendy.” He said, “I couldn’t let you hurt those lovely legs.”My face felt warm as I blushed. A few steps later he pulled me tighter to him. I should have stopped him, but I didn’t. His hand eased its way down my. But I gave it up in senior year because I wanted to seem more feminine. It has its practical benefits though." Like what?"Molly put on a shit-eating grin. "Best handjob in Iowa." She pumped her fist suggestively."You sure about that?" Hey, have you ever gotten a better handjob here?" Maybe you should have a tournament or something. State Handjob Championships." I would dominate that, baby." Well, I don't really have any proof of that, do I?" I hadn't intended to flirt with her, just get drunk. Even just looking at it, I felt my body respond. I felt hands ghosting across my skin, clamping tight on my arms or my legs or my hips. My mind conjured cocks in my asshole, my pussy, my mouth- the salty taste of cum, the smoothness of cockskin on my tongue, the clenching of my throat-It all just… came to me. I guess maybe a little part of me was Berry, even then.So yeah. We fought. We really, REALLY fought. The kind of dragged out, apocalyptic argument that leaves you shaking, afterwards. It. She looked at Joan and said, "What would you like to drink? Are you his girl friend, too."Joan smiled. "I work for Miss Baylor. I applied for the position of girl friend but Eve had already nailed that spot down."Stella looked at Eve. "You're going to disappoint a few ladies who had their eye on him."Eve said, "I've done that already in Atlanta while he was up there with me."Stella looked stunned. "Bill, your usual?" I nodded. I decided that speaking would not make things better.Mike came out.