“Was it as good for you, Princess?” His eyes almost danced now. I’ve never been good at flirting, so I just smiled. The punch had me feeling pre...tty relaxed, but not enough to loosen my tongue. It didn’t matter, a second later I was back against the fridge. This time he didn’t just assault my lips. He parted my mouth and teased my tongue with his. I haven’t had many tongues in my mouth, but I could tell his tongue had played in a more than a few. It was so strong and sure. It left me no doubt. Standing under the warmth of the water, slowly washing away the sleepiness I felt from staying out late the night before, my thoughts drifted off to images of the girls I'd seen at the dance the night before. I had gone stag, and eventually left the same way, alone, but had still enjoyed myself as I danced with a few girls, but more often than not staring over their shoulders, daydreaming to some of the finer girls on the dance floor. The comfort of the shower, along with my groggy fantasizing,. When the tears were done she had said to herself, "I am not going to sit here and feel sorry for myself and I am not going to sit here and stare at the TV for another week." She had showered, dressed and then she had gone out for dinner and a movie. On her way home she had passed by a lounge that had a huge lighted sign out front that said, "Live music Thursday through Saturday." She decided to stop and have a drink and listen to the music. The place was busy and all she could find was a seat. I'm sorry." You're leaving?!?" Her eyes were wide, upset. He put a hand on hers, gently removing it from his arm. Her skin was soft, warm."I'm sorry, Alice." Just as he let go of her hand, Julie was there, eyes excited, worried. As she glanced at his companion, they also became ... harder. She well knew his feelings, and for a brief moment the need to protect her own came to the fore. A sudden thought crossed Bill's mind, and he couldn't help it. Taking Julie's hand and starting to lead her.