”“Fuck me,” I groaned.She opened her eyes again.“I just wanted to know what it felt like.”My mind was blown, but somewhere in there was a sh...red of rational processing capacity. That part caused my vocal cords to respond.“And?”She stared into my eyes.“I loved it,” she whispered. “Knowing it was in me was what made me cum.”Things had obviously gone off the rails. It was obvious to both of us. What started out as Hannah wanting to look sexy in pictures had somehow morphed into this Godzilla sized. Jen was taking it a little easier on the booze but was still drinking her fair share. ‘I have to admit,’ I said after scoring the game winning goal in the second game. ‘You are getting better.’ ‘Gee thanks,’ she drawled. ‘Just drop the ball.’ ‘Are you sure you want to keep going? I usually get better as I drink more.’ ‘Best of seven series bitch! It’s not over yet!’ ‘I think so far, you’ve been MY bitch.’ My final comment shut Jen up and we began our third game. Ten minutes later I was up 3-0. Janice was flattered and blushed a little. She confessed that she was rather fond of her feet and felt they were one of her best features, so she thought that she would have done better. Over the next few hours Micha and Janice danced, drank, and talked. They talked and laughed about any and everything. As the club was about to close they agreed they were not done getting to know each other and wanted to take it elsewhere. They decided to take a cab back to Janice's place.They talked and joked. He saw a beautiful woman sitting alone and confirmed with the hostess that her table was indeed table eight. He wasn’t going to back out. She was beautiful and wearing red, his favorite color. Her dark hair was loose and framed her face as she fingered her glass. He smiled as she pressed her lips together. As she took a sip of her drink, he noticed that she seemed to have chosen red wine. Was she as nervous as he? He walked to the table alone and could see her face light up the moment she saw.