Dildo-man

There is no way of telling which girl you meet is a slut and those that are not. Some are cute like Barbie, some act like a princess, others are shy or wear nerdy glasses. Most don't advertise their lust. Occasionally, you meet a girl where the odds are in a guy's favor. Trish was one of those and every guy sitting around her knew it.Seated in the bleacher seats at Wrigley Field in Chicago, only a few fans were watching the game. The others were too busy enjoying themselves with beer and the girls to notice the score: St. Louis 8, Chicago 1. Tony was among a group of guys staring at Trish, eager to make a connection. She wore a v-neck Cubs t-shirt showing a generous amount of cleavage and two nipples protruding like buttons.For some of the zealous boys, that would be enough to qualify her as a possible slut. However, it was her compelling face and hair that captivated Tony. Tony could read a face like a book. Trish had long blond hair streaming down below her shoulders, thick lips, slightly flared nostrils, high cheekbones, and seductively wild dark eyes. For him, she might as well had a big "FUCK ME" sign on her back.Tony thought watching the other guys flirt with Trish was amusing, even entertaining. She was cool about the attention rewarding them with an enticing smile from time escort izmit to time while Tony sat on the sidelines looking for the right time to make his move.It came quickly and unexpectedly. At the crack of a bat, everything changed. Everyone was on their feet screaming and waving their arms as a ball, launched by a Cubs bat, headed straight toward them. People were scrambling as the home run ball bounced off a fan's outstretched hands landing between Tony and Trish. They both reached down for the ball, her hand on his. He picked it up and heard Trish say, "You know, that's mine."He gave her his best charismatic smile and said, "Meet me after the game on Gallaghery Way and we'll talk about it."He didn't expect her to show and she didn't for a while. Suddenly, Trish appeared in the crowd walking toward him with a silly grin on her face. "So you want to play, 'Let's Make a Deal'. Is that right?""Something like that," he replied. "How about we go for a drink and talk about it?""Okay. I'll meet you at the Cubby Bear.""That's not much of a place to have a talk.""Well, that's where I'm going to meet some friends.""I see," Tony replied. "If you change your mind, I'll be at Butch's around seven."She gave Tony a wry grin and said, "Maybe, unless I get a better deal. Don't izmit escort hold your breath."Tony took the "L" four stops to his apartment, took a shower, changed clothes and straightened up the place in case he got lucky. He arrived at Butch McGuire's at seven-fifteen, ordered a beer and a burger. The crowd was just filtering in but no Trish. The truth was that Tony didn't really expect her to be there.By eight, most tables were full and it was becoming loud and boisterous. That wasn't unusual but if Trish had joined him, they would have had to sit in the back to hear what each of them was saying.It was dark at nine-thirty when Trish waltzed in the door. She was with another girl, taller, heavier, and ordinary looking. The new girl wasn't at all as appealing as Trish. It's not unusual for a comely girl to be with a friend that appears less attractive. Tony thought it made Trish look even sexier in comparison and after having several beers, she looked sexier than ever.Trish spotted Tony sitting at the bar. When they were at shouting range, she said to her friend, "This is the guy that stole my baseball at the game.""Hi, Trish. Stealing that ball is a little harsh, don't you think?" he said."No, no I don't. You grabbed it right out of my hand."Changing izmit kendi evi olan escort the subject, I asked, "Who's your friend?""Oh, this is Janice, my best friend, and roommate.""Glad to meet you, Janice. Were you at the game?"Janice smirked and said sarcastically, "Yeah, sitting right next to Trish. Do you need glasses?" Janice might have been plain-looking but she had tits that looked like two cantaloupes under her blouse."Sorry, Janice. I was on the other side. There were a few thousand people obscuring my view.""Good one, fella. Hey, what is your name? Trish didn't tell me your name.""She never asked. I'm Tony.""Oh, like the tiger," she quipped.I chuckled saying, "Not exactly."At that, a table was cleared and the three of them sat down to order a pitcher of beer. Eventually, Trish asked for the baseball."I don't have it here. It's at home.""Well, go get it, tiger.""If you want it that bad, it's only fifteen minutes by taxi from here."Trish tried her best to appear angry and accused Tony of planning this. "And you think we're going to fall for it, right?""It's your choice, Trish," he answered.While this feud was going on, Tony felt a hand riding up his thigh. It wasn't Trish's hand."I'm not playing along with your little trick," Trish told him with an air of defiance. "You're a thief and a cheat. No way I'm going to your apartment.""Well, I'm going to get that ball," Janice told her, "even if Tony is a swindler.""I'm no such thing, Janice, and I'm not a thief and a cheat. I didn't think you would be coming so I left the ball at home."