"Well hello you." The usual greeting that I gave Kelly as I entered her home. Such an unusual home for someone only in her mid-twenties. The house was nestle snugly in the heart of a subdivision , amid families with small children, and an annoying fence jumping dog. She, a lovely 6'1" brown haired (sometimes) vixen, with this unusually wonderful quality about her that is just indescribable.
"Well hello Jon. I did not expect to see you today." She coyly stated knowing full well that we had planned a night of drunken exploits at the local dance club.
She for me to follow her as she walked down the hall into her converted computer room/entertainment room. (converted from a spare bedroom she obviously had no use for). I watched her as she walked, and thought of very fiendish carnal desires flooded my brain. Thinking of how my hand would feel caressing that denim clad ass of hers.
"Well, are you coming?" she said. I got lost in a very wonderful thought and forgot to put one foot in front of another.
"I am, I am." I said. She plops down in her cushy computer chair and furiously searches the net for something. I stand behind her and run my hands through her hair. Kelly reaches up and grabs my hand. Looks back at me and says, " Why don't you get us some wine."
So I dash off to the kitchen where she has a little note on the fridge:
"I have some port in the pantry, and the glasses are where they usually are silly. I know you have forgotten as usual brain child (she is evil at times). I have been drinking most of the afternoon, so have a quick glass and join me in the computer room. I have something to show you."