I dressed with care that night in a red, long-sleeved silk shirt that accentuated my slender frame. The dark blue skinny jeans I poured myself into made my legs seem miles long and hugged my ass like a glove. I used a little eyeliner to bring out my brown eyes. My black hair was fashionably messy. As I looked myself over in the mirror, I decided that it was time to break free of fear and open up to the possibility of something wonderful. Grabbing my keys and cell phone, I locked up and headed out.
Mary’s was busy when I got there. I spotted Mal near the bar and felt my c**k harden at the sight of him. Those jeans molded to his firm, round ass, and the silky V-necked T-shirt he wore clung to his muscular torso, the capped short sleeves cutting into his deltoids.
I watched as a guy no olde
