A YOUNG BOY'S NIGHT-SHOW THE WOMAN YOU ARE A GOOD DRINKER

I take a sip from the drink the woman just bought me and I feel it rush quickly towards my brain.

The conversation soon flows smoothly, until it reaches a climactic point where we are challenging each other:

"I bet you that men are stronger than women!" I say excited about the arguments we are throwing at each other.

"Hell no! Women are stronger than men! We give birth, isn't that enough?" She says in a playful tone, pushing me to challenge her.

"We get hit in the balls. I guess that is enough pain to be walking with all day... Plus, I don't think that I can compare you to most women. You seem much stronger - and more attractive - than most of them!"

"Oh my! That is so sweet from you! And you are such a cute little boy, so young and feminine!"

"Thanks, I guess.." I didn't like her calling me feminine that much...

"I have to say, I love your body too, it seems so weak and feminine, almost like a girl!"

"I am not weak!! And I can prove it!"

I felt a bit hurt by her remark, even though I knew she was joking. I am a man, I am 18 years old now, she can't call me a boy like that! Even if I call myself a boy, it hurts to hear someone else say it.

She looked into my eyes with a smirk, like she had plans for me.

"So you could beat me at whatever game I want?" She asked while looking at me with those sexy blue eyes.

"Yes! Whatever you want!" I quickly reply.

"Hmmm okay... I bet you I can beat you at three sport games easily!"

"Okay, at whatever you want, miss!" I said without even thinking about the consequences of my actions, actions that will, in the near future, change my entire life to a world of unknown bliss!

"It's easy! I have to win three games, and you only one. The loser has to be the other person's **** for the rest of the day!" She says as she plays with my hair, like it was her own, turning it and passing her finger through it.