Part I (just the lead up) is here
The next day my friend and I debated whether to go to the rugby game we'd been invited to. As hot as it would have been to watch those guys get all sweaty, I didn't think it was worth it because 1) highly unlikely anything physical would happen there and then and 2) even though I was fine with actually being a "groupie" I didn't want to live up to the stereotype needlessly. After all, I wanted Billy's cock, not just to fawn all over him. Let the other groupies do that.
Later we "got cute" for the night ahead of us, relaxed, pre-gamed a bit. I remember that my friend was trying to convince me not to be so single minded, to be open to whatever else the night might have in store for us. And usually I would be. But not this night. I'd already decided his dick would be mine.