I Dunno

"Hey Danielle," Janelle blurts. "Some of us are meeting at The Watering Hole, down the street for a drink after work. You in?"

Not wanting to draw more attention to myself by not participating, I sheepishly say, "Sure. Why not!?"

While the others walk out to head to the bar, I head to the men's room for the first time today. This seems urgent like I might explode! Upon latching the door of the end stall of three available stalls, I unbutton, unzip, hook my thumbs under the waistbands of both my slacks and panties and slide them down and sit all in one motion so as to try and hide my panties and my clean shaven cunt from the world. Well, just in case some One else enters but for now, I am alone in this rest room.

While slowly trickling, I hope that nobody else enters because this sound is not exactly normal in a men's room! Luckily, no one does. Before finishing I'm noticing the cotton crotch lining of my panty has a bit of a wet streak in the middle, corresponding with my slit. Further investigation reveals, moist on the inside, dry on the outside. "Well that's a relief." Such must be, "life with a pussy".

"Hey Danielle!" Janelle stands and yells as I enter The Watering Hole and my eyes try to adjust to the darkness relative to the bright setting sun outside, "Over here!" She waves. "We ordered you a drink!"

"Hi!" I greet the other three at our table and sit as Janelle slides a tall glass in front of me. My other workmates present are Jack and Geri. Jack is a year older than I and really fits the description, "Tall, dark and handsome." Geri is blond, slender, beautiful and unattached.

"This is pretty good!" I announce after a sip. "What is it?" Janelle answers, "Long Island Ice Tea!" After refraining from drinking any liquids today, I quickly find that my glass is empty so I order another while Jack and Geri entertain themselves on the dance floor.

Janelle, on the other hand, has skipped much small talk and is directly questioning my likes and dislikes in women and sex. I, at this time of course, find this line of conversation to be a bit intrusive. Especially questions about whether I like oral sex, having my cock sucked and licking pussies! I can tell my face is red!

Then suddenly it hit me. All that **** in those tall glasses was consumed and now I'm helplessly hammered!

"C'mon, Danielle." Janelle, recognizing my condition, "Time to get you home, Big Boy."