"No," he said. "You seem nervous. Would you like a drink?"

"Yes," she said.

He mixed two bourbons and brought hers to her. She took the glass with trembling fingers. She took a sip. He had not moved away. Then she felt his hand touching her just below her knee. She was wearing stockings but the flimsy things couldn't hide the heat of his hand.

"Please," she said. "I shouldn't have come here. I've never come to a man's room before. I had to lie to my friend. I don't lie. I…"

He moved his hand to the inside of her leg just at the end of her skirt. She looked down at his hand petrified, as if it were some kind of insect on her.

He bent down and kissed her very softly on her lips. She felt his tongue brush her teeth but she wouldn't open up. She tried to make her body stiff but she couldn't control the shivers permeating her body.

"You shouldn't do that," she said.

"You came here for me to do this," he said.

She looked into his face and she knew his words were true. She had come here for this. She asked herself why. Bobby made her happy. He satisfied her. Then why did she have this big attraction to this man.

"I have to go," she said.

He kissed her again but this time it was a rough, demanding kiss and she had to open her mouth to him. She moaned softly when she felt his tongue slipping into her mouth and going into her throat.

His hand caressed her knees and thighs but he still hadn't gone up under her skirt.

He let her go and stood back from her. He finished his drink off in two hard gulps. She found her eyes drawn to his crotch where she saw the huge bulge forming there.

"You have pretty legs," he said. "I wonder if the rest of you is as pretty."

Her mouth was dry. She looked down at herself and saw that her short skirt had ridden up high on her thighs. Bobby liked garter belts and she had worn her pretty yellow one for him. She saw that it was partly visible.