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The almost too easy smile. The dim bar lights reflected in her eyes. Her body against mine. I can feel the firm softness of her breasts flattening against my chest as she leans against me. She doesn't keep her feet a respectable distance and lean in from the waist, she steps right into me. I can feel her entire body. The music is loud. She brings her lips to my ear. I feel the warmth of her breath against my cheek followed by the soft smooth feel of her cheek. I watch her lips as she pulls away, drinks from a bottle of beer and then leans back into me. She's talking about something but I'm not listening, I'm distracted by my own thoughts, complex fantasies involving her and the age old mystery 'is she really this cute outside the light of the bar'. I like the way she rests her hand on my chest and sometimes runs it along my neck as she talks. I notice how easy my hand falls on her hip and moves about her lower back and the curve of her ass as we're gently jostled by the crowd. As she turns her head I can smell the sweetness of her hair through the heavy, smokey air. It's new and exciting everytime. This stuff never gets old.

But then her girlfriends come and snatch her away. Quickly. Out of no where. "We want to go home." "You drove." As if they thought I was preparing to pounce on the little rabbit. This gets real old.

Is it me or have all women got together and decide to be more stingy with the pussy?