I was hesitant, but gave in to the seduction. "Sure. I am game." I said. We left the bar and I started to drive us to her apartment. On the way... there, she told me she appreciated the ride and placed her hand on my thigh. I felt my pants getting a little tighter. She slowly moved her hand higher toward my member. Her hand encircled it though my slacks and I felt as if I was in heaven. Being bad like this gave me quite a thrill. She kept rubbing her hand up and down my shaft and I was. "No, he didn't, and I'm sorry, Jeremy," I apologized, before sitting down next to him. "You're wrong, though; I do love you. You've been nothing but sweet to me." That's good to hear; I love you too, Allison."He waited for me to hug him, and then he returned the favor."And, Allison, your panties are sticking out," he warned me, backing away."I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..." I said, before I saw him checking out my crack.I stopped speaking midsentence, but that didn't stop him from seeing my tits. The July heat would find our crew at the Jolly Roger, with me getting soused on cheap red wine. The rest of the gang – all guys - drank Budweiser.Big Dick Morris was just about the handsomest man I'd ever met. Well, sure I had a major crush on him. He was tall, dark and exceedingly handsome. In fact, one of the guys let it be known that Big Dick had done some serious modeling for a well known men's fashion designer and abruptly quit when two many people (read gays) came onto him. I should also. Kind of new aged, but nice." he said.The song "Anywhere Is" started, and they listened. Sherri read the information on the display, Artist Enya, Album Paint The Sky With Stars, Song Anywhere Is. Sherri listened, felt the cheerful music bounce around her, it was soft, gentle and cheerful. It talked about each horizon leading to another new horizon. She liked it and resolved to look into the artist herself.The next song started, same artist and same album. It was called Boadicea. Enya, whoever.