“Hey Clair, how you’re doing?”
“Fine Tom, and you?”
“I am great, just thirsty. I am getting another round. You want to join us?”
“Sure… I am waiting for Sandra, she should be here.”
“Haven’t seen her, Clair.” I reply.
“She’s late, as always.”
She took my arm and we tried to get through to the bar. Pressing through the
body’s was difficult. Just two bartenders to serve maybe 20 people waiting
and as soon as one person was leaving, he was replaced by two new students.
Clair guided us the way through to the bar since girls always got some
space, where as I was pressed and pushed all the time. Clair turned around
to me and I saw her smile…
“We’re nearly there… what you get?”
“Three pints of lager.”
Clair turned around and took my hands and continued leading the way directly
in front of the bar. I saw her great body in the tight beige jeans and the
red tank-top, I saw the straps of the red bra, her neck, her short black
hair. Something happened in the back of the students waiting at the bar. I
got pushed against Clair violently, getting in contact with her body… but
she just looked at me, took my arms around her waist, holding me and leaning
against me. I was surprised but said nothing, instead enjoying the feeling
of her body.