Just look at me.”“I am; you really shouldn’t have worn that t-shirt, especially without a bra.”“Oh for fuck’s sake,” I said, looking dow...n at my chest. My tight white t-shirt had gone totally see-through and I might as well not have been wearing it for all the good it was doing. My breasts and the darker circles of my nipples were totally visible through the thin cotton, which clung seductively to every curve. My short skirt wasn’t much better, moulding itself to my thighs and hips, although at. Maybe this was his going away goodbye gift before she moved out. An orgasm that she would never forget. Or was it the other way around? That Kavita was giving Prem a gift. Maybe she was creating a sexual experience that he would never forget, a wild and intense expression of her gratitude to ease the pain of separation. I imagined their bodies pressed against each other, with the A.A. belly ring squeezed between them.My phone buzzed. I jumped in excitement, losing control of the phone, tossing. .I just wanted to shake her world up a little bit, and what better place to shake a woman up than here?" He gave that a laugh, and I took the drinks back to the table.About that time, the band started playing, and people started to trickle in two and three at a time-mostly guys, and it wasn't 3 or 4 songs before somebody screwed up the nerve to lean across the table and ask her to dance...she looked at me, I nodded yes, and she got up and danced with him, swinging that beautiful ass of hers. He was not really my type. But he was queer as fuck. So who am I to pass up a boy who's gagging for cock. It was not like I had an opportunity like that at school.The jock that had pissed his jeans turned mean. Trying to fight his way free. Hoping to evade his capture. Hitting master Lucas in his gut with his elbow. Shouting, "You're not going anywhere near my ass, bastards! ... I am not gay ... These guys made me come here ... Just let me go and ... ", Taylor stopped him screaming his head.