I didn’t mean too but I was drinking and trying to dirty talk with him and it just came out.” She was rambling so fast it was like she was in a ra...ce with herself to finish her own sentences. “Well, what did he say?” I asked her very curious. I did not care that he knew at all which was a weird feeling, but the intense need to know how he felt about it was amazing. There was a part of me that wanted him to be turned on by it, so I was on the edge of my seat for her reply. She looked up at me. Resting my chin on my hand on his chest and watching him, he had a little smile on his face and was at peace. I looked at the new scratches and the bruise I had given him and wondered what had come over me this weekend. It was less than a week ago we were still playing silly buggers and being too nervous to move our relationship forward.Exactly a week ago we had our first date, that ended in a tentative, but charged kiss. Before that just getting to know him better was all wishful thinking. I. Lifting her skirt up, she wiggled her ass at me. Giggling loudly, as only the slightly tipsy can, she ran off to the side of the road, and did it again.I was torn. I could sit there and stare at her long legs, black panties carelessly uncovered, smile almost painted on her face. I could. For hours. Or I could get out of the car and help her. It was readily apparent that she wasn't going to make it into her apartment alone, at least not for some time. I took what I convinced myself was the high. What was going on? A prank of some kind? Aside from the friend I was visiting though, no one would have any clue I was here though, and I couldnt really think of a friend who would find this funny. But I couldnt be being attacked, right? That was only something you heard about on the news… Stop and think, my oxygen craving brain shouted, realizing quickly the danger I was in of passing out with the minimal air going through my trachea. I closed my eyes, trying to think back to the few self.