Chapter 1

"Oh hello, look at what has just walked in!" Tray practically purred. He was sitting with his back facing the bar watching who was coming in, while I sat next to him keeping my eyes on my drink.

I really wasn't in the mood to be here; I didn't want to deal with people coming up and talking to me, asking me for autographs and trying to sleep with me so they could brag to their friends or to get in some magazine.

"Ooo her friend is a little different from the girls who normally come in here but I still would," he continued. He could be such a pig some times. "Oh! Oh! They are coming this way; slap on the charm Northman I need you to be my wingman here!"

He slapped me on the shoulder and made my drink spill over the side of the glass. I looked up at him in annoyance but he was staring at the girls coming towards us. I decided it would do no harm to do what he wanted, the sooner he pulled, the sooner I could go home. I turned around on my stool and looked towards the two women walking towards us.

One of them had short, dark hair, a really pretty face and a hot body. She looked like what I would describe to be a soccer mom. I was hoping that was the one Tray was interested in after I set eyes on her friend.

She was a bit smaller than her friend and had the most amazing body I had seen in a while. She had curves in all the right places and her clothes clung to her to accentuate that. Her boobs looked like they were trying to escape from her dress and I wanted desperately to help them do just that. Her hair was a golden blond that looked similar to mine and it ran in waves down her back. When my assessment finally reached her face I was upset I hadn't started there, I wouldn't have looked at the rest of her. She was beautiful.

She was definitely the one that Tray meant when he said she was a little different. Her dress wasn't slutty like her friends or the other girls that hung out here. It was a creamy white that clung to her breasts and small waist then flared out just under her full hips. It was covered in small red flowers and she had red shoes and a bag to match. She looked so innocent but sexy.

While her friend strutted up to the bar filled with confidence, the blond followed along behind her looking very uncomfortable and a bit nervous. That just made me want her more.

"Hey boys," the dark haired girl said as she leaned up against the bar next to Tray. Her friend settled behind her, trying not to make eye contact with either me or Tray.

"What you lovely ladies drinking tonight?" Tray said as he turned to face them, blocking me in the process.

"We'll have two gin and tonics...better make them doubles," She added as she seemed to realise how nervous her friend was.

The blond one gasped and nudged her friend, obviously ashamed of her letting some stranger buy them drinks and then asking for doubles. The dark haired one just ignored her and gave Tray a challenging look.

"Coming right up, but first why don't you girls tell me your names," he flirted as he signalled for the bartender to come over.

"I'm Amelia and this here is my friend Sookie," she said as she put her arm around the blonds shoulder and pulled her forwards.

"Hi there," Sookie said shyly and did a small wave.

"Well my name's Tray and this is my good friend Eric," he stepped aside so I was revealed as if he finally remembered I was there. I repeated Sookie's small wave and her cheeks flushed bright red.

Definitely a lot different than every other girl who enters this bar. Tonight has the potential to become very interesting!

After a few drinks the girls turned out to be pretty cool. Sookie eventually seemed to relax and seemed just as bubbly as Amelia.

As the night went on things got a bit crazy. Round after round of shots got thrown back. We didn't do much talking as a group; more shouting encouragement for drinking games seemed to go on than actual conversation.

At some point Tray left with Amelia, leaving Sookie behind. I could tell she was pissed off that her friend had abandoned her, but she seemed happy enough to be left with me. After a couple more rounds of drinks we ended up stumbling into my apartment. Our hands never left each other's bodies as we grasped and groped each other desperate for some more contact. She pushed me back so I fell onto my bed and she crawled up towards me. Fuck me. I couldn't believe this was the same sweet girl who walked into the bar earlier in the night.

Once our clothes were pulled off clumsily we clutched onto each other and didn't let go. We fit together perfectly, moving in the perfect rhythm that brought us both to our climaxes. We lay there in a sweaty heap, both breathing rapidly and still clutching onto each other tightly. Slowly her breathing got slower and her grasp loosened. I knew she had fallen asleep, this beautiful woman in my arms.

This night was definitely a lot better than I expected it to be.