He was thrusting deep inside her mouth and to her credit she was managing pretty well, maybe even enjoying it because of the alcohol. This was, after...all, her first time drinking and he had certainly seen stranger things in his life. He pulled out and she gasped for breath, panting softly. He walked around behind her and raised her clothes, exposing her. He put his hand on her thigh. While he took in the view, she leaned into his hand, forcing him to stroke her bottom.Holding her by the hips. "He came back in a couple of minutes, carrying two cans of beer. He handed one to me and sat down on the bench beside where I sat on the end of the picnic table. He opened his and drained about half of it in a single pull. In my whole life 'fore then, I might have had a total of a mouthful of beer. It was so bitter. I decided I was gonna drink that beer, and I did. I got a pretty good buzz going, too."There was a party atmosphere, loud music and everyone having fun. Somebody handed me a plate. . are you hungry? I made dinner..."I closed my eyes a moment, unable to clear the memory, and then I felt myself grow calm and my head cleared. The memories faded, and for a few seconds, I tried to remember what had caused me grief. It was lost as I stood slowly. Something lingered on the edge of my mind, something full of both pain and pleasure, but whatever it was receded and left me feeling lost. "Yeah ... yeah, I could eat."I moved around to where Kira stood from the bed and hugged her. Davis called Lamont and he was now at her door, around seven thirty on the following Wednesday night. Her husband had a family function and she told him she didn't feel good, so he went on without her.The doorbell rang and she rushed for it, knowing it was Lamont. When she opened it, there he stood under the porch light. He was tall and handsome with nice chocolate skin. His body was muscular but not overworked. He wore a white wife-beater and sweatpants. Her eyes dropped to his bulge, seeing.