I made a new friend. (PT1)
My friend Daniel invited me to meet his buddy James. James is very handsome. Tall, dark and handsome, a true stereotype. If that stereotype includes a reckless attitude and a willingness to nip.
I joined them for dinner, wearing a casual jean shorts and crop top outfit. The conversation was inconsequential, they took turns telling stories of people and events I not only didn’t know anything about, but also had no care to learn. Because once I saw James, I knew where my evening was heading, and I had about 6 hours to kill.
We hung out, playing card games, smoking and drinking. Whenever James would speak I’d make sure to make eye contact, frequently getting distracted by his lips, and ass. I could feel his eyes on me, and would catch him almost leering at me, sometimes while trying to hide his heavy breathing.
Whenever Daniel would leave the room the whole atmosphere changed. It went from friendly and casual, to a standoff between two wild animals. Sitting across the table turned into me leaning across the table to whisper in his ear. Instead of sitting in a chair across from him, I’d move to sit on the table and look down at him. Each time we had a moment we’d take it a step further.