She especially enjoys entertaining while we are out on the town. Her favorite thing to do is slip away with little or no notice to me, usually with an... excuse to go to the bathroom or buy a pack of cigarettes. Invariably she returns, red faced; sometimes out of breath. Her lips, even her hands at times trembling slightly. We know what this is, we've turned it into a lifestyle, but more on these stories another time. How she got started was quite unexpected.We were out one night drinking. She. " Yeah, right," Eric said with a sneer. "The last time Karen saw me her exact words were, 'You're an arrogant, egotistical shit, Eric.' I'm sure she's dying to see me." No, I'm serious. We were talking about you just last night," I reassured him. "I think you'll be surprised at her response to you."Karen bitched a little when I arrived home at around 5:30 and told her Eric was coming."I'm a mess," she said. "I haven't even taken a shower, yet." You've got an hour and a half," I told her. "Go. It was a four-poster bed, I lay Geoff down and undressed before him, I had the same dress as last night, it was very elegant and expensive (well it was from Oxfam, but he didn't need to know that), the dress hit the floor and I unfastened my bra, showing him my perky little boobs, I'd grown very fond of them, especially as the hoodlums Mary pairs with me generally prefer girls with big tits, so by default I'd decided small boobs were better. Geoff let out a sigh, "oh you are more beautiful than. More than that I really liked who they both made each other. As friends, they made each other better and that’s a great thing to see when you’re in love with someone. They were inseparable.That is what made this particular Saturday night out peculiar. We went out five or six nights a week. All the time. And always together. But tonight Rachel said she didn’t want to go out. Rachel promised Regan we’d go out if she felt up to it. Five minutes after Regan ceded the night's plans and headed out on.