Clearing my throat, I said to Ronda, “So I take it you have a fake ID?”
“Whatever are you talking about?” she asked innocently. From my vantage point, I couldn’t get a read on her ass, but I assumed it was small and tight. Sex I flicked it, maybe a bit harder than I intended, and she gasped and froze. I smiled weakly and tried to steer the conversation again away from dangerous waters. I got a good handle on each of them and squeezed and groped her. I stepped back slightly and with my other hand gripped the waist of her shorts and panties and roughly pulled them down to her thighs. I ran my hands over her bare legs, still hanging over my shoulders, enjoying the smoothness. It was like she was a catalyst to change my path forever, and for the rest of my life, whether she was an active participant in it at the time or not, every decision, every relationship, everything that made me the man I am, all traced back to that fateful moment in that club so many years ago. I pushed my hand lower and eased two fingers into her sopping pussy, working her clit with my thumb. I used a finger to massage her exposed clit, swollen and protruding from its normal hiding spot.
