[continued from part one] It must have been 8:00 or even 9:00 PM at this point; I wasn't even sure. Melissa said, "Josh?" I released her breast and sat up; she sat up too. For some reason, I was afraid she was about to tell me to go home, that I'd worn out my welcome. She sat looking at me, her pretty face with a sweet smile, her hair sort of messed up, ringlets and curls hanging over her flushed cheeks. Her bare chest ha...

We were on our second Margaritas when Melissa caught me looking at her cleavage. She smiled and leaned across the little bar table, her brown, curly hair hanging in ringlets around her pretty face: "Hey, can I tell you a secret?" She and I weren't really going out, not exactly. I didn't know what the heck we were, to tell the truth. I'd met her because I work with a friend of hers, and a few times she'd come out for drink...