This was different because I knew the guy and I would see the guy all the time. Despite all this, I felt this was awesome. I figured she would be a fu...n romp. When she came back, I asked if she could drive me home. I went with Tom but her place was closer to mine. She said yes. As we started driving home she asked me a question. "Hey do you mind if we stop by my place first?" "Sure, no problem." We arrived at her place and she took me down to her basement where she grabbed 2 bottles of beer for. “Sorry for what?” “I don’t know,” I said laughing. “It just seemed the right thing to say.” She leant back in her chair to stretch. The sun caught her hair and it was like an aurora about her, such a brilliant image I thought, using my photographer’s eye. I told her so and she laughed heartily, and I noticed a slight blush cross her cheeks. As she straightened and reached for her glass, I felt her hand return to my knee and rise to embrace my penis again. “Let’s just keep this moment in my. The empty wine bottle sat on the coffee table in front of me. It seemed to mock me for drinking so much. I stood and took the bottle and glass to the kitchen. The glass went into the sink and I dropped the bottle into the trash. Turning to the fridge, I took a beer from the door. Before I sat at the table, I pushed the button on the coffee maker.Not sure if the beer would help, I just stared at it while the coffee brewed. The warm aroma wafted in the morning air. My head was on my arms when. It'll makea better picture than the one I originally had in mind. I'll call itEureka!, with an exclamation point." Do I still have to get naked?" Well, that is kind of the whole point, Penelope." Nel." Huh?" I prefer to be called 'Nel'--by you, at least." I held his gaze inmine. "A boyfriend should have a pet name for his girl."He smiled. "What will you call me?" Chuckie." Please, Nel, not that! Anything but that." Just when we're alone. Otherwise, I'll call you Chuck or Charles oranything else.