Looking for companionship.

A chemical smell hit her, then the feeling of a cock between her tits. She opened her eyes to see an attractive stranger's face twisted in ecstacy as he laid on his back. She was rubbing her chest across his penis. It felt heavenly. She looked around and realized they were in a janitor's closet. "Who the fuck are you?" she panted, not bothering to stop.

Becky slammed her empty glass down next to his and whooped. They laughed and he extended his hand for a high-five which she quickly reciprocated. They burst into laughter and she put a hand on his knee.

"God, I haven't had this much fun in forever!" she exclaimed.

He wiped his eyes and grinned. "Me neither! You're amazing, Becky."

She blushed a little under his gaze. "I don't know about all that..."

"Don't worry, compliments make me uncomfortable too," he told her reassuringly. She smiled, the awkward moment broken up, then hopped off of her barstool.

"Ok, I gotta make a run to the-"

He grabbed her forearm quickly. "No!"

She looked down at her arm, then at him with alarm. "What?"

He stammered a quick apology, begging her to stay for a few more minutes. "Relax, man. I'm just gonna go take a piss. I promise I'll come right back." With that, she wrenched her arm away and walked off toward the bathroom. Sam sighed and looked back at his whiskey. This felt like a real connection. He just needed to find a way to hang onto it.

This time, he wasn't too lost in thought to notice her coming back. She smiled at him goofily, her inhibitions already lowered from the shots she didn't remember taking. "Hi," she said, extending her hand. "I'm Becky."