It was one thing going to a supermarket, but a pub fullof men and women, scrutinizing her...She felt as though she was about to have a panic attack. S...he knew shewould have to try very hard. She could not go overboard with her look;the makeup would have to be enough to make her look feminine, but notenough to look over the top. Her clothes would have to look "nice", butnot too sexy.Later that afternoon Ron rang her."Be ready when I get home, I know how long you bloody women take to getready.. “But Lexi I…” she repeated.“You did nothing wrong,” I said once more, and this time, before she had a chance to disagree, I pressed my lips to hers in a deep, wet kiss.At first I felt her full red lips tighten, but as I slowly massaged them with mine, they began to relax, and then it was Janice’s tongue that slipped into my mouth. Now we were kissing each other as I continued to move the vibrator in and out of her cunt. I could feel her vaginal walls gripping the shaft as I fucked her with. ”I took her small hand in mine and walked toward a scenic overlook away from the nearest streetlights. She stepped up and gripped the rail. Sadie wore a lacy white dress with short sleeves and an asymmetrical skirt. I stood behind her and leaned in so she could feel my body pressed to hers. She turned and looked up at me again. I kissed her for the first time. I could see the surprise on her face. She wasn't expecting things to happen so quickly.I put my hand on her firm ass. I gave it. I didn't feel like I was bailing out on the pitches, or flinching. But something was different, and, whatever it was, Sandy seemed to be the only antidote. When she was nearby, when I could think about her, back there behind me in the stands, the fear -- if that's what it was -- didn't take hold of me.Superstition? Was that all it was? Maybe. But I had never been superstitious. I'd never cared about mystical stuff; it had always seemed like bullshit to me. I certainly didn't worry about black.